<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>The slap to Lyradil's ass made her gasp, but it was no more than a sting, making the rounded flesh quiver.   And a reminder of how they controlled her, used her for their pleasure.  And how helpless she was against the pleasure they gave her in return.  She was aware of the nearby women, but all she could concentrate on was the sensations she was feeling.<br/><br/>It was overwhelming.  Lyradil squirmed, arching her back as hands found her breasts, moaning as her nipples were once again wonderfully tugged.  It felt so good.  Almost as good as the shaft steadily rubbing her inner walls, striking something deep inside her.  As her pleasure rose, she instictively redoubled her efforts on the shaft before her, her red hair spilling about her in fetching disarray as she took him into her mouth again and again.<br/><br/>It was time.  Lyradil felt the peak within her rising, rising, and finally cresting.  Her lovely face contorted with pleasure as climax overtook her, sending shockwaves through her body.  Her whole body trembled, her inner walls tightening, almost pulsing around the shaft ramming into her.  Her mouth still stopped, a keening moan nevertheless escaped her lips, and she clutched desperately against the man in front of her, no longing bobbing her head, but taking him fully into her mouth.  It seems to go one for quite some time, the pleasures of climax shaking her nubile body, leaving her quivering in its wake.