Gracely stepped back a bit and bent over as best as she could with her hands still bound in the chains. She groans and wiggles her hips a bit, thrusting back eagerly against her Mistress. Unthinking, begging words began to spill and tumble from her lips, "More! Please, please, gods, please fuck me harder, Mistress!" It was bliss to her madly heated body when Avabelle gripped her hips and thrust into her harder; that slapping sound echoed over eerie room and Gracely's moans joined the noise. Any and all who would walk by would know precisely want was going on. After a short few moments, her toes curled and she lifted herself up on the balls of her feet, her hands spun and gripped the chains that suspended her. Gracely screamed out loud and arched as she came; a flood of her juices ran down her thighs, almost to her knees and dripped onto the floor under her feet. But still, her Mistress did not relent. Gracely was quick to come again and when her Mistress pulled out, Gracely was shaky and slumped, handing from her hands.<br/><br/>Glazed, unseeing eyes blinked and looked at the colors. After a moment of thought, she nodded to the teal dye. Gracely moaned softly as the cool water from the hose rinsed her down and cooled her heated body. But when the water was replaced by Avabelle's lips, that cooling sensation was immediately chased away by sexual heat. Gracely managed to bring herself to her fight and she pressed eagerly to the curvy woman, kissing her with hungry lips and then parting her lips to let the woman force her tongue into her mouth. Gracely's tongue pushed out and ran along Avabelle's. She moaned, loudly.