Melody's assault on her left Freya nowhere to go. Not that she could count escape as a desire at that moment. "Mmmmmm." A high urgent cry as another orgasm broke over her, her mouth flooded again and again by Morgan, her face lifting slightly as her hair was released. The throes of her own orgasmic torment, coupled with her bodies habit of convulsing, jerking and shaking, causing her to fall forward back into Morgan's nethers again, control stolen from her by the intense arousal of the situation coupled with Melodies fingers rubbing all over her wet sex. Every time she tried to lift away from the hand, look for a moment's respite, another convulsion tore through her and with it made off with the decision to try to end the round of pleasure or to try to rest before embarking on a new orgasmic venture. Freya's body continued to quiver, convulse and jerk in response to Melodies hand, each movement amplified down the line to Morgan.