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The audience ate up Alexia's performance with adulation and praise. Most of them assumed that she was delivering one of the best play-acting that they’d ever seen. Some of the participants joked that her water had broken on cam. Little did they know that their jests were in fact ironic foreshadowing.

Alexia lay there prone for a few moments, basking in the endorphins that her body had released in response to her climax. The warm bubbly afterglow feeling that tickled down her nerves was short-lived. Quickly it was replaced by returning pain and pressure that continued to build within her. Alexia did the one thing that helped, she fought against the contraction and pushed. The pressure that she thought she’d released as a result of her squirting orgasm had in reality only been intensified by that explosive climax. Her softening cervix had been aided by her torrent of secretions.

 “Wait…what…?” was all that she could whisper in response to the soft pop that she would never forget.

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Based on Gymbo's story: https://www.deviantart.com/gymbo/art/Mask-of-the-Rose-Alexia-s-Story-3-3-784964569

~SA

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