Arse in the air, head on the carpet, clothes in disarray Freya just grunted, she was still twitching now and again. After a few seconds she tipped slowly over to the left and lay there in a little Frey shaped twitching heap. "Mmmmmm." She managed after a few moments. "Gimmie. Moment."<br/><br/>She took a a minute or two, pushing her jeans and boxers off her legs, sitting up and pulling off her now damp t-shirt and her equally damp bra and set both garments with the others.<br/><br/>Her breasts were likely a B, small, pert and perky. Good sized nipples with small areola. They were both still showing signs of arousal. Her bush was trimmed neatly into a landing strip.<br/><br/>She had on a necklace on a silver chain, it looked like a pewter piece, a bird skull in metal with a long thin beak.<br/><br/>She returned to her cross legged sitting position by the coffee table. "Melody." She said at last, "Truth or dare?"