Her struggles grow more frantic as she realizes there is no escape from this humiliation. She tries to twist and writhe free of your grip on her hair, but you only hold tighter. You can feel the muscles in her thighs tensing as she begins to orgasm around Mia's fingers. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the wet sounds of their activities, making a cacophony that would make any passersby pause and wonder what sort of depraved scene they had stumbled upon.

Finally, you feel her body relax as she passes out from exhaustion. You pull your cock free from her mouth with a wet pop, watching as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Mia climbs off the floor and wipes her hands on her jeans, grinning down at Fang's limp form.

That was fun... But I think she needs some alone time now. She nudges you with a wing, indicating that it's your turn to take over. You know what to do.