New friends

"Goodness!" Giselle declares while running her hands over her sweat and cum soaked body. Her artistic fingers cup her abused sex and gather up the combination of juices and they look almost like thin yogurt in the light. She holds them in a thin ribbon of light filtering through a crack in the window shutters and they glistened as they slowly dripped like cold maple syrup. "That was wonderful!" she sighs. On shakey legs, she stands and moves over to your equally as exhausted body and bends to give you a soft, slow kiss on the lips. It made your stomach flutter, and you felt your muscles quiver at the sensation while an electric tingle builds in your back and toes and begins to move to the rest of your body. "I haven't been fucked like that, ever," she adds, enunciating the foul word and making it sound the most erotic you have ever heard it. She moves away from you and you see a river of cum coating her thighs and keep watching as it rolls down her thighs to her knees before slowing down.

"Same here, m'lady," you say with equal exhaustion. You've never been this tired after fucking in your whole life, but it's a good tired, and more worn out than sleepy. Come to think of it, you feel more like you've just run a marathon than fucked; you have no desire what-so-ever to go to sleep right now. Giselle steps over to the far corner of her kitchen and finds her dress there. Not bothering to put it on, she cradles it over her tits and lets the rest of it hang low as she flings a window open. The light almost blinds you it comes so sudden, but Giselle sticks her head out and sings her call to the forest animals. Within seconds there is a throng of rabbits, squirrels, and doves to do her bidding.

"I'm going to show our new friend around," she says in her happy sing-song voice. You notice a little extra something in it and figure it's from the world class fucking she just got. Giselle calls a pair of birds over to her and they flutter in and land before her. Without a second thought she breaks into a song and gives them three long stem red roses from a vase near the window. She turns to you and looks, light dancing in her blue eyes, her perfect thighs and ass looking at you under the long locks of sweat dampened hair.

"Who should we meet? Queen Nancy or some of the other girls?" she asks you.