Cherry's own noises were muffled by Callie's thigh and pussy, but even so the sounds she made while climaxing were quite noticeable. Still, no one disturbed her. And the girl's pussy felt oh so nice on Callie's tail, gripping it, squeezing it, tighter than it should be - as if it was a cock. No, better than a cock. With her tail and pussy expertedly managed, and Syn's influence, and her own wanton nature, Callie soon was overwhlemed. When she came she felt a rush of power as well, and a gleeful Syn basking in the glow of her orgasm like a lizard soaking up sunrays. Cherry was left on her knees, panting, nude but for her cut offs entangled with her ankles and her sneakers, her face covered in Callie's juices and a glazed look in her eyes as she looked up at Callie.