**Chapter 43: Endless Cumming**

As the twins' cocks continued to ravage her body, Nene's moans grew louder and more frantic, her voice a raw, animalistic cry that seemed to match the rhythm of their pistoning lengths. She felt herself teetering on the edge of a precipice, a cliff from which there was no return, and then, in a burst of sensation that seemed to shatter her very being, she came. Her orgasm was a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her, a deluge of sensation that seemed to consume her entire body. As she crested the wave, her voice rose to a fevered pitch, a crazed, almost inhuman moan that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, in a moment that seemed to defy the laws of physics, she came again, her body somehow resetting itself to a state of heightened arousal, as if demanding more, more, MORE. The loop was created, a vicious cycle of orgasm and arousal that seemed to propel her forward, like a piston driving her body to new heights of sensation. She began to cum constantly, her liquid splashing onto Amane's dick, dripping down his shaft, and splashing onto Tsukasa's thighs behind her. The twins' faces were set in masks of determination, their eyes fixed on her body as they drove her to new heights of pleasure. Amane's length was a piston, driving her body to new heights of sensation, his movements a blur of speed and power as he fucked her into a frenzy of orgasms. Tsukasa's cock, still lodged in her ass, seemed to be fueling the fire, his movements a counterpoint to Amane's, as if the two of them were engaged in some twisted, symmetrical dance. The sound of slamming flesh was accompanied by the wet, slapping sound of her orgasms, a deluge of liquid that seemed to have no end. Nene's vision began to blur, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of the twins' desires. She was a conduit, a vessel for their pleasure, and she was powerless to stop the torrent of sensations that was washing over her. As the loop continued, her moans grew louder, her voice a raw, almost animalistic cry that seemed to shake the foundations of the room. Her body was a vessel, a container being emptied and refilled in a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain. And yet, she couldn't shake the sense that she was somehow complicit in this charade, that she was, in some twisted way, enjoying the ride. The twins' faces were set in masks of determination, their eyes fixed on her body as they drove her to new heights of sensation. They seemed to be in a state of flow, their movements a blur of speed and power as they fucked her into a frenzy of orgasms. And Nene, caught in the vortex of their desires, could only moan, her voice a raw, animalistic cry that seemed to match the rhythm of their pistoning lengths.