Through the haze of her orgasm Morgan thought that would be it.  Thought she was done.  But Freya's convulsing orgasm served to lengthen the girl's torment.  With one last screaming tug she finally released Frey's hair, her body arching drastically as the rocker's mouth and nose bought the orgasm to new heights.  She felt like she was burning up from the inside and the core of the fire was being fanned by Frey's tongue.  “Sto....N...I...”  She couldn't manage even simple words, begging the woman to pull away.  Such exquisite torture that she never wanted to end.  Her body trembled and quaked as it remained taunt and bowed there on the bed, hot juices pouring from her like wine.