As she kisses Laurin, her mouth begins working her kiss with a feverish consuming need. Clutching her pert breasts close, she manages to squeeze the mounds-- not nearly so ample as Laurin's lovely tits-- together enough to provide Lon a suitable place to loose his seed and cries out in an emotional relief to be so humbled by physical overload and yet flattered by his incredible arousal.  When he comes, she tries to accommodate him better, though her lower body still convulses and throbs with the aftershock of her own climax.  She strokes his base with her hand and caresses the slick shaft firmly and rapidly until she's spattered with its cum like a broken string of pearls.  She watches with innocent fascination every contortion of his face, every clench of his muscles.<br/><br/>When he's come, she extends her tongue-- sensing his tenderness-- to lap very, very tenderly at Lon's come, on Laurin's cheek, then with the other woman-- if she will help-- to clean his glistening cock with the reverence and sweetness of a grateful cat.  Her lashes flutter closed at the taste-- salty and clean, musky and manly-- of his climax.  If Laurin helps, Lon will have two lovely, fair-skinned young women cleaning white drops and smears from his still-glistening, pulsing cock.<br/><br/>Without having meant to, she has emitted an "umm" of satisfaction by the time she reaches his base, where she licks tenderly at his sac.  "You're good, Lon," she says in a hushed purr that tickles his sac.<br/><br/>Easing away, his come still twinkling on her smallish breasts, Joli stretches and strokes her body with her hands languidly-- a fine sheen of clean sweat glistens on her fair skin, and her small triangle of fine, short, blonde curls down below are darkened and damp still.  Her in-sloping navel swells and contracts as her taut little belly rises and falls with a satisfied sigh.  "It's never been that good before..."  she smiles, turns toward Laurin, and wraps around the woman's thigh with one leg, straddling it<br/><br/>"I've never been like this," she says as she begins to kiss the woman's throat and ear, wrapping her arms and stroking her waist-- one hand trails over to Balfor's chest, trails down like a paintbrush over his stomach.  She watches Larin's face as she eases closer.  "Show me something else," she says to the three of them, reaching bother hands out to grip the men's waits, stroking in tandem over their stomachs, flanks, hips and asses-- god, the contrasts are subtle, but they're wonderful... both men are in fine condition, both skins smell of different sex pheremones... "and Laurin has yet to be satisfied, so I think she deserves something truly special."