Reunited at last

When Emily finishes polishing the cock of the final man standing over her, he lifts her up off the ground and carries her over to the same black leather couch they had previously used to run a train on her. He tosses her down onto it, left to lie on the wet leather coated in her own bodily fluids.

"Here, get some rest hoe. You must be tired and we ain't done with you for the night." He says.

Internally, Emily is shocked at the thought that they weren't done with her yet. What more could they want from her. They had already each fucked her to completion once. However, she's too tired to say anything in response.

She's soon joined by her friend who's carried over by one of the men who was involved in her little gangbang. The two women are casually tossed aside, like used up cum rags. Emily is too well satisfied to care about the way in which the two of them have been treated tonight (and perhaps a little turned on by it too). Val climbs up onto her hands and knees and crawls over to her friend, climbing on top of her and looking down at the cum covered slut.

"Look at you all covered in cum." She says with a cheeky smile.

"Listen, no one can ever know about this, ok?" Emily says, terrified at the prospect of anyone ever finding out the depraved things she just let those men do to her.

"Relax, your secret's safe with me. Now why don't I help you get cleaned up?" Val says with a grin.

Emily does little to protest as her friend starts using her tongue to lap up as much of the cum coating her face as she can get her greedy little mouth on. She closes her eyes and just lets it happen, indulging in the feeling of her friend's tongue caressing every inch of her face. When Val finally finishes licking up all the cum on Emily's face, her tongue moves to her friends mouth and their lips meet once more. Emily gladly accepts her kiss this time and the two of them begin passionately making out right there on the couch, disregarding the room of strangers who are casually playing a poker game metres away from them. She notices that Val hadn't fully swallowed her mouthful of cum before kissing Emily, sharing the intoxicating taste with her.

A moan slips from Emily's mouth as Val's hand moves to her pussy and begins gently caressing her down there. It's such a stark contrast, the gentle way in which her friend explores her body compared to the brutish manner in which the men do. Both are capable of bringing immense pleasure to Emily, but she can't help but enjoy the more delicate, womanly touch her friend has right now after the rough treatment she endured this past hour. Emily pulls back from their kiss before whispering to her friend.

"Here, let me return the favour." She whispers, gently guiding her friend to lie on her back before climbing on top of her.

The two continue passionately kissing as Emily runs her hand up Val's leg before reaching her pussy. As she caresses between her friend's lips, she can feel all the cum leaking out of her.

Now it was her turn to help clean up her friend. She ends their kiss and instead begins licking at her chin, lapping up any spilt cum. She then continues moving south, kissing Val's neck before getting to her breasts. Emily uses her tongue to explore her friend's smooth skin, guided by the salty taste of the men's cum. She does her best to get it all before progressing further down. Val releases a symphony of moans as Emily gets closer and closer to her pussy.

"Ahh!" She purrs as Emily's tongue finally reaches her leaking cunt.

There must have been at least a few men who decided to creampie the blonde BBC slut based on how much cum is leaking from her pussy. Knowing the lifestyle that Val leads, Emily had no doubt that she must be on birth control which was more than she could say herself. She had undoubtedly been impregnated by this point in the evening.

It takes Emily some time to lick up all the cum dripping from her friend's pussy. She even sticks her tongue as far as she can inside Val's pussy, licking all around to make sure she gets it all. A favour Val audibly appreciates.

"What are they dykes or something." One of the men crudely remarks, reminding Emily that her and her friend are not alone.

"Dykes don't let a bunch of dudes run a train on them dumbass." His friend responds.

"Whatever man, seem like lesbians to me." He replies.

Emily ignores their commentary and enjoys the moment. The feeling of bringing pleasure to her friend. As far as she was concerned, she owed her for all the new pleasurable experiences she had enjoyed tonight. Safe to say, she had forgiven her for the whole tattoo ordeal.