Anita barely even registers Asher's hand behind her and what it's doing. All she feels is Asher's cock sliding inside and Jean-Claude's fingers circling her. Her hands cling tightly to Asher while her breath comes faster, her body trembling between them as pleasure mounts.

She isn't going to last much longer, and Anita doesn't even try to hold her climax back. She lets it build beautifully, letting them both work her to the very edge of pleasure where she teeters, breathless and moaning their names.