They are done with her

Dew lay there, a shattered wreck on the damp cave floor, her chest heaving in ragged, shallow gasps. The two toads had finally withdrawn, leaving her pussy and ass leaking thick, creamy ropes of their seed that mixed with the iridescent slime coating her thighs. She was a mess—covered from her face down to her swollen clit in a heavy, musky glaze of cum that felt warm and sticky against her shivering skin. As she watched them hop away back toward the dark pools, her mind remained a white-hot void of pleasure, her body still twitching in the afterglow of a total carnal annihilation, her legs splayed wide and dripping as she sobbed with a mindless, slutty relief. Whatever sliver of consciousness remained in Dew's shattered mind clung to the hope that her companions would find her soon—not just to rescue her, but to witness the absolute ruin of her body, drenched in seed and shaking from a pleasure that refused to fade.