Patrick and Cynthia

Seeing the group of guys come back downstairs, Patrick smirked and nudged Cynthia. "They just pulled a train on her." He said, and finished off his drink. Cynthia looked at their smug, relaxed faces.

"Should we check on her?" She asked. She wanted to see what Dani was looking like. Patrick shrugged and stood up. They made their way upstairs to the open bathroom door. Cynthia bit her lower lip as she saw her. Cum lay in pools on her alabaster skin. It lay in slow moving ropes running down her sleeping face. Cynthia brushed back her blonde hair and watched as Patrick picked her up out of the tub and carried her into the hallway.

"Get the door, will you?" he said to Cynthia. She opened the door to the bedroom, now vacant. Patrick sat her down on the bed. "She's got a couple bruises, but she's okay. Think she's had enough for one night?"