The sounds that slid from Abby's throat as the cock was eased from her inch by inch were still those of someone desperately aroused. When Kate finally slid free a soft cry could be heard, muffled behind the hand Abby had clamped over her mouth. She could feel herself still gaping opened slightly and the cum dripping out to gloss her lower lips. It was so debauched, so naughty that it did nothing to quell the heat still surging through her.<br/><br/>Abigail did not resist when Kate drug her into her lap. She curled slightly to rest against the woman. Her breath was still coming in hoarse gulps and she could feel the tip of Kate's dick against the flesh just above her ass. The way Abby stoked her hair so softly was both relaxing and seemed somewhat condescending. It was almost like a consolatory pat on the head that she had been reduced to a mewling beast on Kate's cock. Still, she was still recovering and it did feel relaxing. Slowly her trembling muscles began to relax and she leaned into the Goth girl more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>