Kashya had screamed until her throat became cracked parchment. She had
put every ounce of defiance she possessed into that scream, trying
desperately to ignore the sight of Flavie sharing the sticky juices on her
thighs with her new mates. Now she was left with nothing to fight the
urgent tightness between her legs as her penis cried out to be touched,
loved, and brought to a spurting orgasm. It shamed her dearly that there
was no way to hide her obvious desire; her rock-hard organ, dripping
copiously with pre-cum, had become the object of ridicule of her bitter
foes.…