..............she thought,as she lay there immobilized, that it might be a seizure......no , no ..........................just the most powerful orgas... she had experienced in six months or longer.............Silkie woke up a little, still buzzing from all the stimulation and that noseful of coke .Stuff was dripping out of her . Her ass cheeks burned, her butthole hurt, and everything between her legs was buzzing, kind of pain, kind of not. She thought about something that Rachel had told her. “The bed,” he instructed breathlessly. Kaylee rose up and teetered on shaky legs before kicking off her heels. She shimmied her scrunched up dress down over her bottom and thighs until it pooled around her feet. Their eyes never left each other as he also undressed and left each piece of clothing scattered across the floor. His thick cock stood proud and swung from side to side as he climbed up onto the bed and lay back, resting his head on the soft pillows. The luxuriously soft duvet ruffled. Thankfully, Alice broke the silence again. ‘So, were you happy with your painting?’ she asked. Cynthia nodded. ‘I think so,’ she said, feeling like her responses sounded a little too formal but not quite sure how to fix it. ‘I mean, I’m mainly going for the social aspect. I don’t think I’ll ever be very good.’ Alice smiled over her coffee. ‘I drank half a bottle of cabernet while I painted, honey,’ she said. ‘I don’t think ‘very good’ was ever the goal.’ Cynthia chuckled, trying not to let her. I wanted the brunette’s arse. However, the wranger was the dirtiest, skankiest, yet most amazing female I had ever been with and I had had my fair share before Fee. Her arse and pussy and my cock were a flexion of smutty mind blowing pleasurable action in a stunning cavalcade of undreamed sexual misdeeds. She gave me her arse facing towards me, our eyes locking, her butthole so clenching, my cock couldn’t believe its luck, another great arsehole. But she was a first rate trollop, as she gave me.