"Maybe you can," Laura answers Mason, voice husky from her drink.  Her dark eyes watch the beauty of the Chloe and the half-breed mating, the man's strong muscles and the soft curves that shiver with the impact between them both admired as she absently feels the warmth of her drink settling deep, deeeeep in her belly.  The room smelled of sex.  It smelled of raw, animal passion that has left the breasts and asses of the two women glistening in the low light from the endless well that seems to be Mason's reservoir of seed.  The poor dear must have been quite backed up to leave this much of a mess and STILL going at it.  It was impressive in its own way.  Laura sets her glass down on the desk just as Tara is marching in her direction, an eyebrow creeping up before her smile returns at Chloe's biting command... and more importantly, how the suddenly demure woman responds to it.<br/><br/>Laura reaches out and brushes hair from the Tara's brow, the strands of hair sticking from sweat as she pouts.  "My goodness, your face is a mess!  How long were you down there?"  Gloved fingers go lower, cleaning the kneeling woman's cheek.  "Pretty clear where the pants go in the morning isn't it?  Even with your extra part."  She glances down surreptitiously at the jutting, mostly untouched cock of the woman, even as her thumb brushes over lust-swollen lips.  "Have you even gotten to use that thing tonight?  Such a waste. Would you like to?"  She looks past them to the other two even now continue.  "With your blessings, of course."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>