So there's still fireworks -- and nothing else -- in Cindy's eyes as everything accelerates. She can't keep her thoughts in order, has no basis of reference, and mostly ends up, in the darkness and silence, moaning stream of consciousnessly between gasps and whimpers and near-sobs as the next orgasm hits. And the next. And the next.
"feelssogood -- LoveyouSaishu -- notgoodatlovebutI'mtrying iswear -- dammit -- sogood -- ...why?" Until eventually words are completely lost in favor of just more squealy or otherwise animalistic sounds.
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