All four bodies shook harmonically like a glorious orchestra. The Latina's vision slowly blurred as she jugged in a relatively impressive amount of alcohol in such a short time interval. She looked down at the girl eating her and smiled at her cute grunts and objections - it was Ali's thing, being a goddamn sexy grumpy-cat-girl. "Okay, I'm done anyways" she whined back at the girl beneath her, slightly disappointed that she couldn't call it a day and pass out with a finale; and orgasm. Larissa closed the lid and gently pushed the bottle away on the ground as it rolled to the kitchen, hit the fridge, and stop. A servant would pick it up later, when this room is no longer off limits to them.<br/><br/>Now back to the matter at hand, she looked down at the Brit's now wet breasts and smiled, then glanced at Ali's eyes slyly then quickly dove forward, her pussy smothered against the Brit's lips in progress issuing a roaring moan from the loud Latina. Her hands massaged the plum breasts before her, while her tongue roamed the perfect stomach as she slowly cleaned the girl from whatever liquor made it to her torso. Her vision was still blurry, but an expert drunkard like herself can still stay awake, true to her race's stereotype.<br/><br/>Even after staying by Xavi's side for all this time, she still couldn't believe it. She was paid to drink all she wants, live in a fancy mansion with a group of drop-dead sexy people whom she fucks day and night. "Turn your life into a crazy party, not a pious temple" is a popular saying that Larissa unknowingly follows in her lifestyle.