His hot, thick cream flowed into her quivering depths, but it did nothing to quench the fires burning within her. Not even a minute later, Jean heard Rogue cry out as well and she felt her friend’s pussy pressed even tighter against her mouth. Jean tongue-fucked her pussy to the best of her ability while still enjoying the deep, hard thrusts of her wonderful master. Unable to withstand the dual sensations any longer, Jean found herself experiencing her third orgasm of the night. She groaned deeply into Rogue’s pussy, which was the final push the sexy, southern belle needed to find her own release. Both women moaned loudly and shook uncontrollably as their orgasms crashed over them like the waves of a turbulent ocean on the rocky shore of a lone island.
As her orgasm slowly faded away, Jean found her strength leaving her as well. But, before she could fall, John wrapped a strong arm around her waist and held her against him. Although she heard him saying something to Rogue, her pleasure-fogged mind couldn’t make sense of the words. She wasn’t left to wonder for long because she soon found herself being released from her bonds and carried over to the large, plush-looking bed. John and Rogue slid in on either side of her and snuggled against her sides. Unable to find the strength to do anything else, Jean closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. After a few minutes, she heard her master whisper in her ear.