From jello-y haze to the fucking of a wild beast, the two would fuck for<em>hours</em>without stop, and nary a word.  By the time they'd both cum some dozen times, they'd both lose count from the sheer pleasure of it all.  Literally neither would stop until light was coming through the window blinds...<br/><br/>The result come 0700 hours would be the two of them - having been up all night - covered in sweat and Cat's cum, with Cat's ass so full of Adjoa's cum she wouldn't be able to<em>walk</em>and her belly looked as if she had eaten a seven-course meal.  Adjoa was breathing heavy, having cum for her gods-know-how-many-th time, her cock still - miraculously - lubed up substantially still.  Of course - a testament to her stamina - Adjoa's cock was still buried to the hilt in the shaman's ass, her cock still stiff as steel.  Even she though, was running out of steam...<br/><br/>"Wow... morning..." Adjoa muttered, then said something in French before remembering to use the right language "You... like it... in the shower, right?  We... need one... we smell... and I can go... one more time... just... wrap arms... around my neck... I'll hold your legs... take care of everything..."