The tears and the milk and the scream arrived all at once. Her throat worked, her body swallowing Mira's milk while her ass was being split open by Raven behind her. The impossible, overwhelming sensory excess of a woman receiving too much from too many directions consumed her.
Mira cried openly now.
The soft, sustained tears fell. Her hand remained in Avriana's hair, still holding, still staying. Her body was being fingered, her nipple bitten, her milk taken—and yet she stubbornly kept her arms around this woman.
"'Still here,'" Mira said through the tears. Her voice cracked on the second word. "I'm still here—"
Raven was balls deep.
The full, complete, buried sensation—his cock seated entirely inside Avriana's back passage with the heavy, total quality of a man who had arrived at the destination. Her ass pressed flush against his hips, the base of him tight against her, the interior, impossible fullness of being utterly, completely claimed from the wrong direction.
