The red-haired woman groans and shivers and bites her lower lip as you give her cock a parting kiss, and you can feel one of her feet twitching in pleasure between your thighs. And even though she mutters to herself as you make yourself comfortable on<em>her</em>bed, using her body as a pillow... something about the joys of being repeatedly tied up and used as a toy, or some such... she doesn't exactly seem deaf to your suggestion  of traveling together for the time being. . She starts to turn over, only to realize that Mr. Fluffles is staring right at her with his hungry little eyes... and opts to turn to face you instead.<br/><br/>Perhaps because of your late night adventure, the dawn seems to come too quickly. When you open your eyes, though, you can see the woman laying exactly as you left her... pants down around her knees, damp shirt clinging to her breasts and belly, and even the cock is still there. Had it really been so late when you finally took your rest?