Laurin was used to having her pick of the situation at hand. Even at social functions her promiscuity and form outshined those in better positions than her family. But these MEN she was with, and possibly even the woman, possessed something the 'refined' could not reproduce. Raw passion consumed every fiber of her being for the first time, and she relished in it.<br/><br/>Her body responded to Lon and Balfor's labors in turn, each thrust -hell, every movement- from either of the two was answered by a shudder of pleasure. Her vocal chords sounded as a bee hive as it vibrated relentlessly, a gasp escaping with each impact.<br/><br/>Her eyes clenched, her hands clutched the blanket, and her toes curled as she was brought to sanity's edge. Her muscles clenched around the invaders and she cried out softly, even as she felt another building within her. "Oh gods, please keep going!" She pleaded in a whoreish moan that would make evean the most seasoned bordello woman flush in the cheeks.