When sunrise had come and gone Luna lay sleeping on the bed. She was on a pillow with her round ass in the air, asshole gaping. Her entire backside and upper thighs were wet with cum, sweat and her own sexual juices. She had come more times than she could count, alternating between begging Lyn to stop - and to to keep on fucking her.<br/><br/>In the end, the whore had just about passed out more than she had fallen asleep. But there was a smile on her face.<br/><br/>Outside, the city had come to life. There were sounds of people and animals. There were smells of smoking chimneys, stews cooking and of fresh bread.