There wasn't anything even remotely resembling technique in what Claudia was doing, but she didn't want it to stop. If her mind could make words, she'd be pleading, begging for more, to keep going ,to fill her, to let her come as they did, until she was too full and too spent for them to keep going. Every thrust brought muffled sounds from her as they abused her sensitive spots with unrelenting force.

If a person could break from too much pleasure, this might be the start of how.