The intense and pleasurable sensation caused by the dissonant clash between Darcia's and Pristine's opposite salivas, provokes the Rogue Cadet to grunt with feralness.
The bliss interrupts Khallyon's actions, the most affected of them, is his tempo in the make out session he is having with Carildia.
Even with the previous mishap, the Novice Damsel accelerates the pace of her tongue, tiring herself, as her partner forces her to breath raggedly, almost as if Carildia's life depended on pleasing the Rogue Cadet.
Such thought clouds the Founder's mind for an instant, because a discharge of static electricity makes her refocus on her ongoing tasks, kissing Khallyon, and moaning with desperation after every pinch her right nipple experiences with the intense mauling the Young Man does to Carildia's orange skinned breast.
Darcia begins to swirl her long playful tongue inside of her starving mouth, even when she has her drooling cavity stuffed with the big testicles of her Cadet.
