The feel of Loki's hardness against her back, Tony's under her, and everything in between is too much, too fast and all Angela can do is tip her head back, mouth open in a curse of both their names mixed together that allows the tie slip from her lips, as an orgasm shudders through her body. Every nerve is overloaded and she can feel every shift of those fingers, the sharpness of those teeth, the heat of a tongue and her mind zeroes onto each one of those sensations, flitting from one to another until her body stops shuddering and she's left searching for her breath, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
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