Michelle’s mind has receded and disappeared into her cunt and her clit.
She is nothing more than a sexual vessel, receiving the men’s’ sexual energy and gifts and returning them back to the men, redoubled and redoubled again and again.
Finally, by some unspoken signal the men all withdraw, and asian eroticas file off the stage.
Michelle collapsed down onto Chase’s body, who is sprawled limp beneath her asian eroticas.
Michelle’s face rests on Chase’s come-splattered cunt, her tangled, wet, and sticky hair cascading down between Chase’s motionless thighs.
The lights on the stage wink out, leaving the women shrouded in darkness asian eroticas, to rest and to contemplate asian eroticas the asian eroticas incredible experience they asian eroticas have just been privileged to share.
Soon Master Damien is standing in front asian eroticas of Michelle’s face.
He reaches down to reattach her asian eroticas leash to her collar.
Michelle struggles to her knees and sways unsteadily as she is pulled to her feet.
Chase gets up on her own, rolling over to rest on her hands and knees before she attempts to stand.
When she is upright, the two women wrap their arms around each other for support, and to embrace her partner in this extraordinary event.
Then, Michelle is led outside into the cool night air to Master Damien’s car.
She is seated in the rear seat this time, where she slumps back and melts into the soft black leather seats.
Clearly, Master Damien does not mind having a come-drenched slut soiling the interior of his car.
Michelle sighs and smiles when the other rear asian eroticas door opens and Chase slides in asian eroticas beside her.
The two women are asleep in each other’s arms before the accelerating car reaches the main highway.