Holly was still crying, and still coming."Holly, are you all right?"Holly thought she recognized the voice and she spun around, smiling.But it was Don...atien, not John.She lost her excitement, and that brought back the tears."I'm sorry," she said.Donatien smiled understandingly."Not a problem," he told her. "You just got a little overstimulated. Tom's parties are famous for that."Holly looked at herself, feeling more disgusted than excited now."I'm dripping with come," she told Donatien. "Mine. Nothing moved and he heard nothing. He knew better than to make the first move. He held his breath and waited for the danger to engulf him any second. Ten more seconds and nothing changed. And then it moved. Not a flash strike that he anticipated but a steady slow jog from his left to the right, in front of him. The black panther kept its green eyes locked on him as it passed. It then disappeared into the undergrowth as quietly as it approached. He let his guard drop but waited for a few more. “Uh-huh?”“Can you play that back for me?”His eyes popped open. “What?”I smiled up at him. “Really. I’d like to know what that feels like.”John sat up. He unplugged the recording headpiece from the machine, andhanded me the receiving one. I slipped it under my hair and hooked it overmy ears like before.John stood up, his manhood dangling, and checked the headpiece position.“Looks okay,” he mumbled. He plugged the thin cable. Breaking from his embrace, she hovered above the man,and began to thrust her hips. In this way, she fuckedhim slowly at first, her cunt lifting far above hisballs, unsheathing endless inches of his shaft,glistening with her juices. As the minutes passedthough, she moved faster and faster, with droplets ofsweat being flung from her bouncing breasts, in timewith the slap of his balls against her skin.The throes of orgasm soon raced through this girl,pleasure rippling from her clitoris, squeezed.