Bellatrix had long ago rewritten everything she’d ever known about orgasms. She hadn’t known they could be so powerful. Could render her unable to think. This time she learned that it could make her body like liquid. A girl all cracked open, dripping bright, a glow stick sluicing out of its confines. She would, in fact, make a mess of both of them, so wet she felt drippy, Cuming so hard it felt like it ran down her thighs.