Reclining onto the bed to watch, just for a moment, Joli's youthful skin glistens in the firelight with a fine sheen of exhausted sweat.  She traces her breasts with her fingertips and dabs a bit of Lon's seed from the one of the small mounds, then lifts it to her lips and savors it.  She then writhes with renewed vigor as she readjusts herself to stare at the display before her.<br/><br/>When Laurin bucks and cries out at the exquisite sensation, Joli's exhausted sex cries out in sympathy... though unused to such penetration, her body's youth brings a certain resilience and hunger for such proper treatment.  She would not be able to sustain more extreme or rough lovemaking, certainly, but Lon, though powerful and well endowed, had been almost tender in his insistence-- firm enough to drive her to orgasm and fill her hollow like none before, but mindful of her size and inexperience.  Therefore, she was still capable of more.  So capable, in fact, that the image of a goddess-bodied woman like Laurin arching and thrashing at two well-built men's thrusts-- well, it was a bit much to bear, so she found herself writhing along the blanket top and unable to resist the temptation to caress her own body in the firelight and warmth.