[man-of-sea]

This is a story that follows  "The Party" I hope you like it....

The Clay Ring

Brad leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone. Boredom washed over him like a lukewarm shower. He needed a spark, something to break the monotony of his weekend routine. He glanced around his new living room, the starkness of the walls echoing the emptiness he felt.

"What if..." he murmured to himself.

The words hung in the air like the sweet scent of possibility. Brad's mind began to whirl with ideas for his upcoming housewarming party. He'd always thrown great parties but wanted this one to be legendary. He needed a centerpiece to set the stage for an unforgettable fun and entertainment night. That's when it hit him: a clay wrestling ring smack in the middle of the floor. He could already imagine the laughter and cheers filling the space as his friends wrestled, drinks spilled, and good times rolled.

He picked up the phone and dialed Tony, his go-to handyman for all things extravagant. The phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered, "Brad, what's up?"

"Tony, buddy, I've got a killer idea for the party. You remember the wrestling nights we had at the old place?"

Tony's voice grew excited. "Oh, man, those were the days! The beer, the babes, the brawls! What've you got in mind?"

Brad's grin widened. "How about we take it up a notch? I'm thinking of a full-on, 18-foot clay wrestling ring right in the center of my living room. Can you imagine it?"

Tony's laugh rumbled over the line. "You're out of your damn mind, Brad, but that's exactly why I love working with you. Alright, let's make it happen. But you know I will need serious cash for this little project."

Brad's eyes glinted with excitement. "Don't worry about that, Tony. Spare no expense. I want this to be the talk of the town." He leaned back, imagining his guests' faces when they saw the transformation. "Just one more thing. Make sure it's done by next weekend. I've got some big plans."

Tony's grin was almost audible over the phone. "You got it, Brad. I'll get to work on it right away. But remember, you owe me big time for this one."

Brad chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't forget. Now, how about that Gina you talked about? She's gotta be there."

"Gina?" Tony's voice grew serious. "If she's there, I'm there. But, Brad, she's a handful, and you know how she gets when she's had a few drinks."

"Trust me, Tony," Brad said with a wink. I've got a plan for that, too." He felt Gina's fiery spirit would be the perfect addition to the party’s chaotic energy. Plus, her curves in a tight outfit would be a sight to behold in the wrestling ring.

The following week, Tony arrived with a team of burly workers and began the construction. The sound of hammers and saws filled the air as Brad watched his vision come to life. The clay wrestling ring became a beacon of potential mayhem in the otherwise pristine living room. As the days passed, the excitement grew palpable.

Diana, Brad's enigmatic neighbor with a penchant for adventure, had agreed to come to the party. The thought of her graceful yet competitive nature in the ring sent Brad's imagination spiraling. He couldn't wait to see her face when she saw his surprise.

Brad's mind drifted to the guest list as the workers toiled away. He knew Gina's presence would add the perfect blend of sass and flair to the evening. His heart racing, he picked up his phone and dialed her number. The line rang, and he wondered if she'd remember their last encounter at the old house party.

Gina answered with a seductive purr. "Brad, darling, what can I do for you?"

He took a deep breath, feeling his heart quicken. "Gina, I hope you still have that bograt-skin trench coat and that black latex bikini I sent you last year."

Her laughter tinkled through the phone like a bell. "You bet I do, Brad. It's a classic. You're not planning on making me wrestle in that, right?”

Brad chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Of course not, Gina. I was reminiscing about the good old days. But this time, I want to mix things up. How about I bring someone new to the party? Someone who's never felt the thrill of the clay under their feet?"

Gina's curiosity was piqued. "Oooh, do tell, Brad. Who's the lucky lady?"

Brad leaned back in his chair, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. "Her name's Diana. She's a real handful, let me tell you. Fiery, aggressive, and doesn't take no for an answer. And she's got the body to match her spirit. 5'8", 140 pounds of pure dynamite. She could give you a run for your money in that ring.

Gina's laugh echoed through the phone like a crack of thunder. "Brad, you always did have a taste for the dramatic. But if this Diana's got what it takes to throw me around in that ring, then I'm all for it. Nothing like a little competition to keep things interesting."

Brad couldn't resist the urge to stir the pot further. "Oh, she's got it alright, Gina. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that could make a saint swear. 38c-26-36. Trust me, you won't be bored." His voice grew low, filled with a teasing confidence that quickened Gina's pulse.

"Alright, Brad," she said with a growl of anticipation, "you've got yourself a deal. But remember, I've been waiting for a real challenge for a long time. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Gina's words lingered in Brad's mind as he ended the call, a delicious shiver of excitement running down his spine. The party was shaping up to be a night of epic proportions. He could already see the surprise and excitement on his guests' faces when they walked into the transformed living room. The thought of Diana and Gina going head-to-head in the clay ring was almost too much to handle.

With a grin that could charm a cobra, Brad texted Diana, "Meet me for drinks tonight? I have a surprise for you." His thumb hovered over the send button, his heart thumping with anticipation. He knew Diana loved a good surprise, and this one would blow her mind.

Diana responded quickly and straightforwardly: "Sure, Brad. 8 PM at the usual spot?"

Brad nodded to himself, his thumbs dancing across the screen. "You got it. Don't wear anything too fancy, though. We've got some... dirty business to discuss." He winked at his reflection on the phone screen before hitting send.

The evening air was charged with the electricity of anticipation as Brad strolled into the dimly lit bar. Diana was already there, sipping on a Cosmo, her long legs crossed elegantly. She looked up as he approached, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. "So, Brad, what's this big surprise?"

Brad slid into the booth opposite her with a smug smile. "It's all about the housewarming party," he said, leaning closer. "Remember those wrestling nights we had at the old place?"

Diana's eyes widened as she set down her drink. “Please tell me you're not bringing that madness to this neighborhood."

Brad leaned back, his grin growing wider. "Madness? Oh, it's going to be epic. But I've got a twist. A clay wrestling ring. Right in the middle of my living room."

Diana's mouth dropped open. "A what?"

"You heard me right," Brad said, his eyes gleaming excitedly. "An 18-foot clay wrestling ring. It's going to be the main event."

Diana stared at him, her blue eyes wide with shock. "Brad, are you insane? Your new place is a mansion, not a circus!"

He chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. "That's the point. I want to blow everyone's minds. And I've got someone in mind who'd be perfect for the opening match."

Diana's curiosity was piqued. "Who?"

Brad leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Gina."

Diana's eyebrows shot up. "Gina? The Gina?"

Brad nodded, his smirk growing. "The one and only. And I want you to join her in the ring."

Diana's hand paused mid-sip, her eyes narrowing. "Me?"

Brad's smile grew wider. "Yes, you. I know you're tougher than you look, and you have that competitive streak. Plus, I've seen you handle yourself at the gym. I think you'd be amazing."

Diana set her drink down with a clink, her mind racing. The thought of stepping into a wrestling ring, especially against someone like Gina, was thrilling and terrifying. "What if I say no?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and excitement.

Brad's eyes gleamed. "Then you're no fun," he teased. "But I know you, Diana. You live for this kind of shit."

Diana couldn't help but laugh. "You're right. I do." She took a deep breath, feeling the thrill of the challenge. "Okay, I'm in."

Brad's eyes lit up. "Fantastic. I knew you wouldn't disappoint." He leaned back, savoring the moment. "But wait, there's more. I'm making it a birthday bash too. You know it will be my birthday, and I thought we could combine the housewarming with a little birthday celebration. What do you say?"

Diana's smile grew mischievous. "Well, if it's your birthday, I'll have to bring you something special."

Brad's grin was like a shark spotting fresh chum in the water. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Diana's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I was thinking something... unique. Something that would make your birthday unforgettable."

Brad leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "Do tell."

Diana leaned back, her smile growing sly. "How about a surprise match?"

Brad's heart raced as he took in her words. "What do you mean?"

Diana leaned closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "How about a little surprise for everyone? Including you?"

Brad's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You've got my attention. What kind of surprise?"

Diana's smile grew more enigmatic with every passing second. "Let's just say it'll be a match no one expects. Me and Gina in the ring. But there's a twist."

Brad leaned in, his excitement palpable. "What twist?"

Diana took a sip of her Cosmo, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, Brad, I want my daughter, Kelly, to be the referee."

Brad's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Kelly? The sweet redhead who's always helping her mom with the garden?"

Diana nodded, her grin widening. "That's the one. She's been taking judo classes, you know. Plus, she's got a knack for keeping things in order, even when things get a bit... hectic."

Brad couldn't believe his luck. "Kelly? That's... that's genius!" The thought of the sweet, innocent-looking redhead in a referee's outfit trying to keep him, Gina, and Diana in line was almost too much to handle. "But what about the actual wrestling part? She won’t be in the ring with you, is she?"

Diana chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "Oh no, Brad. The wrestling's just for fun. But you know how much she loves being the center of attention. And she's got a bit of a wild streak herself."

Brad's mind raced with the possibilities. The image of sweet, freckled Kelly in a referee's outfit, her cheeks flushed with excitement, trying to manage the rowdy crowd and the even rowdier wrestlers, was too tempting to pass up. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal. But what about the outfits?"

Diana's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Leave that to me. I've got some ideas that'll make even you blush."

Brad couldn't wait to see what Diana had in store. The week before the party was a whirlwind of preparations. The clay ring, which looked like a gladiator's arena, was installed in the heart of his luxurious living room. The anticipation was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the guests were already talking. Whispers of a wrestling match between Gina and Diana spread like wildfire, along with rumors of a surprise referee.

On the night of the party, Brad surveyed his domain with pride. The house was decked out in lights, BBQ wafting from the backyard, and a keg of beer chilling in an ice-filled bathtub. His heart thudded as he watched the guests arrive, dressed in everything from tuxedos to costumes. The excitement grew palpable as the crowd gathered around the ring, drinks in hand, eyes wide with anticipation.

Gina strutted in,  an athletic body at 5'9" with firm 36C tits and a tiny black latex thong hidden beneath her signature trench coat.  She winked at Brad as she made her grand entrance, her hips swaying to the thumping bass of the party playlist. Diana followed, wearing a skintight leather catsuit that clung to her curves like a second skin. The room grew quiet as she strutted over to the ring, a knowing smile on her lips.

Tony had done a fantastic job with the ring. It dominated the room, a stark contrast to the elegant furnishings. The clay glistened under the spotlights, looking almost edible. Gina's eyes lit up when she saw it, her competitive spirit already igniting.

"Looks like you've got a real show on your hands, Brad," she said, strolling over to the ring with the confidence of a seasoned wrestler. She flexed her muscles, the fabric of her trench coat straining to contain her.

Diana's gaze followed Gina, a hint of fire in her blue eyes. She stepped into the ring with the grace of a cat, her leather catsuit creaking softly with every movement. The tension between them was palpable, a silent challenge that had the crowd holding their breath.

Brad climbed into the ring, a megaphone in hand, his smile widening. "Alright, folks!" he bellowed over the din. "You're all in for a treat tonight! Our main event is a wrestling match like no other! No rules, no limits, except for one: the winner is the one who can make the other... shall we say, reach their peak first." The room erupted in cheers and wolf whistles, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch.

Gina and Diana looked at each other, the challenge in their eyes unmistakable. Gina dropped her trench coat, revealing a skintight black latex bikini that barely contained her ample assets. Diana unzipped her catsuit, peeling it off to reveal a red leather two-piece that left nothing to the imagination. The crowd hooted and hollered as the two women circled the ring, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze.

"Alright, you heard Brad," Gina called out, her voice smoky and mischief-filled. "Let's make this one for the books."

Diana nodded, a fiery determination lighting up her eyes. "You're on."

Brad turned to the eager audience, his heart racing with excitement. He raised the megaphone to his lips and announced, "And now, without further ado, let me introduce your referee for the evening!" The crowd hushed, all eyes on Brad as he continued, "The lovely, the lethal, the one and only...Kelly!"

The room parted like the Red Sea as a gust of wind seemed to carry the young redhead to the side of the ring. She looked like a goddess in a referee's outfit tailored to showcase her blossoming figure. The open-front shirt barely contained her ample chest, and the tiny shorts left little to the imagination. The crowd erupted in shock and cheer, not expecting the sweet neighbor's daughter to take on such a risqué role.

Kelly winked at her mother, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she took her position. She'd been waiting for a chance to show her wild side, and this was it. Her heart raced with excitement as she felt the weight of the whistle around her neck and the power of the crowd's gaze upon her.

The bell rang, and the match began with a flurry of activity. Gina and Diana circled each other, their eyes never leaving the other's. The crowd cheered as they locked arms, each trying to gain the upper hand. The clay kicked up around them, adding a layer of sensuality to the already-charged atmosphere.

With her toned body and years of gym experience, Diana was surprisingly agile. She twisted and turned, evading Gina's powerful grapples with a grace that had the crowd murmuring in amazement. Not to be outdone, Gina brought her strength to bear, hoisting Diana up and slamming her into the clay with a thud that echoed through the room. The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps as the two women rolled around, each trying to get the better of the other.

Kelly's cheeks were flushed, not just from keeping her emotions in check but also from the excitement of the match. She blew the whistle, her eyes darting from one woman to the other, ensuring that the rules were followed. Or at least, the one rule that mattered: no punches to the face, no biting, and no hair-pulling. Everything else was fair game.

The wrestling was intense, a dance of power and allure that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Diana's skill allowed her to dodge Gina's advances, but Gina's brute strength kept her pinned down more often than not. Their bodies slammed into each other, sending clay flying in every direction. The grunts and groans of exertion mixed with the catcalls and cheers of the onlookers.

Both women had 36C breasts, a fact that was not lost on the audience as they jiggled and bounced with every impact. It was a spectacle that had Brad's heart racing, and not just from the excitement of the match. He watched as Gina managed to flip Diana onto her back, her breasts pressing into the clay as she held Diana down with surprisingly gentle but firm hands. The sight was a delicious blend of raw power and erotic allure that had every man in the room holding their breath.

Not one to be outdone, Diana wriggled and squirmed beneath Gina's weight, her breasts bouncing in time with her efforts. Her eyes never left Gina's, the challenge in them unmistakable. Gina smirked, leaning down to whisper something in Diana's ear that had her blushing and bucking even harder. The crowd roared with excitement, placing bets and shouting out encouragement.

The match continued, with Gina and Diana rolling around in the clay, each trying to gain dominance. They grappled, their bodies slick with sweat and dirt, their breasts sliding against each other as they struggled. The air grew thick with tension and desire, the eroticism of the scene palpable. Even the women in the audience couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the two powerful women fighting in such an intimate way.

But it was Gina who decided to take things up a notch. With a feral grin, she lunged forward, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Diana's right breast. Diana's eyes widened in shock and pain, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she bucked her hips, trying to throw Gina off balance. The crowd gasped, unsure if they were watching a wrestling match or something more sensual.

Kelly's eyes grew wide at the sight, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. She blew the whistle sharply, shaking her hand. "Gina, no biting!" she called out, her voice squeaking with fear and excitement.

Gina pulled back, her teeth mark clear on Diana's now reddened flesh. She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Sorry," she said, her voice dripping with faux apology. "Couldn't resist."

Diana's eyes flashed, and she used Gina's momentary distraction to twist and roll, reversing their positions. Now, it was Diana on top, her breasts pressing down into Gina's as she pinned her rival's shoulders into the clay. The crowd went wild, the room a cacophony of cheers and hoots. Brad's heart raced, his excitement growing by the second.

Not one to be outdone, Gina wrapped her legs around Diana's waist and began to squeeze. Diana gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the power in Gina's thighs. She struggled to break free, but Gina held firm, her smile growing wider every second. The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the two women, their bodies entwined in a battle of wills.

Kelly blew the whistle again, trying to maintain order. "No holds barred, but no biting, remember?" she called out, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. Gina chuckled, releasing Diana from her vice-like grip. "Alright, darling," she said, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "You want to play it clean?"

Diana's smile grew sly as she sat back on her haunches, her breathing ragged. "Clean? This is my housewarming party. We play by my rules." She glanced at Brad, her eyes gleaming. "But let's not disappoint the audience, shall we?"

The crowd roared their approval, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. Gina grinned, her teeth flashing white in the spotlights. "Bring it on," she said, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Diana's spine.

The two women circled each other, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Diana lunged first, her hands shooting out to grab Gina's shoulders. Gina twisted, catching Diana's wrists and yanking her forward. They tumbled into the clay, a tangle of limbs and grunts of effort. The audience was on their feet, drinks sloshing as they cheered and jeered.

Brad's voice boomed over the noise, his excitement growing with every move. "Come on, Gina! Show her who's boss!" His cock was straining against his pants; the sight of the two women fighting in such a primal, erotic fashion was more than he could handle. He shouted for Gina to punish Diana, his voice thick with lust.

With a dramatic flair, she stepped into the ring, her referee's whistle around her neck bouncing with every step. She blew it sharply, the sound cutting through the din of the party. "Alright, you two," she said, her voice firm but playful. "Let's give the folks what they want." She pointed to the center of the ring, her eyes shimmering with mischief. "On your knees."

Gina and Diana looked at each other, their eyes glinting with the same competitive fire that had fueled their rivalry for years. They slowly made their way to the center of the ring, their movements deliberate and seductive. The crowd leaned in, the anticipation so thick you could almost taste it.

Feeling excited and nervous, Kelly took a deep breath and approached the two kneeling women. She reached out and untied the knot at the back of Diana's leather bikini top, the fabric loosening to reveal her mother's round, pebbled breasts. The crowd gasped, their eyes locked on the sight. Diana's cheeks flushed, but she looked fiery at Gina, her eyes saying, "I'm not the only one playing dirty."

Gina's smirk grew, her eyes dark with challenge. She reached down and tugged at the strings of her latex bikini bottoms, teasing the audience. The anticipation grew as she began to slide them down, her toned hips rolling seductively. The room was electric, the air thick with tension and desire.

Diana's eyes never left Gina's, her breasts heaving with excitement. She watched as Gina's pussy was revealed to the audience, shaved clean and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Gina leaned back on her hands, her legs spread wide, her pussy open and inviting.

Kelly's heart hammered in her chest as she took in the sight. She'd seen her mother naked before, but never like this. So powerful, so in control. It was a heady feeling, one that had her pussy throbbing with need. She stepped closer to the two women, the power of the moment making her feel like the most critical person in the room.

"Alright, the rules are simple," she announced, her voice steady despite her racing pulse. "You can use any part of your body to win. But remember, this isn't just about who can pin who. It's about giving Brad the best birthday present ever." She winked at her mother, who shot her a look of pure fire.

Diana leaned in, her eyes locked with Gina's. "Ready to make him cum?" she purred, her voice dripping with challenge. Gina's smirk grew wider. "You're on, darling," she said, her voice a low growl.

The crowd was in a frenzy now, the tension in the room so thick it could be cut with a knife. Brad felt his cock throb in his pants, his eyes glued to the two women in the ring. They were so close to giving him the ultimate birthday present.

Diana leaned in, her eyes locked on Brad’s, and whispered to Gina, "Let's make this one to remember, shall we?" Gina's grin grew more expansive, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "With pleasure," she murmured, her gaze never leaving Brad's.

The two women were on their knees, their bare breasts swaying with every move. The clay beneath them was now a mess of sweat and dirt, sticking to their skin in a way that only added to their allure. They moved with a grace that belied their power, each step calculated, each gesture a silent promise of what was to come.

Diana was the first to make a move. She lunged at Gina, her breasts bouncing as she wrapped her arms around her. Gina grunted with the impact but didn't falter. Instead, she wrapped her powerful legs around Diana's waist and flipped her over. The crowd cheered as the two women rolled in the clay, each trying to pin the other.

Their bodies were a blur of motion, each using strength and agility to outmaneuver the other. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the grunts of exertion filled the air, mixing with the scent of sweat and clay. The eroticism of the situation was not lost on the audience, who watched with rapt attention as the two women's breasts smacked together and their legs tangled.

Gina managed to gain the upper hand, her muscular thighs straddling Diana's waist. She ground her pussy against Diana's, the friction causing a wet, squelching sound that sent a thrill through Brad's body. He watched as Gina's eyes narrowed with determination, her hands moving to Diana's hips, pushing them down into the clay. "Ok, bitch," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Let me ride you and make you cum."

The crowd roared, the excitement in the room reaching a fever pitch. Diana's eyes widened with shock and arousal at Gina's boldness. She knew Gina was serious; she could feel the heat of her pussy, slick with desire, pressing against her own. But instead of submitting, she bucked her hips, trying to dislodge her opponent.

Kelly blew her whistle again, her voice a mix of nerves and excitement. "Remember, no penetration!" she called out, her eyes darting to Brad for approval. He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the show unfold.

Diana's eyes never left Gina's, her desire burning just as bright. "Fine," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "But I'm going to make you scream my name."

With that, she reached between Gina's legs, her fingers slipping quickly into the slick heat of her pussy. Gina gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Diana began to pump her hand, her fingers moving in a rhythm that had Gina's hips bucking against her. The crowd watched, their cheers growing louder as the two women's bodies moved in perfect sync.

Gina's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Diana's. "You think you've got what it takes?" she challenged, her voice strained with arousal.

Kelly, her eyes wide with excitement and a touch of concern, hovered nearby. She was acutely aware of her role as the referee, her eyes darting back and forth between the two women, ensuring they followed the rules she had laid out. Her own heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of emotions as she watched her mother and Gina, her childhood friend, engaging in such an intimate, erotic battle.

Gina took the challenge, her eyes flashing with determination. She reached down, her hand joining the fray, and began to stroke Diana's clit with skilled precision. Diana's eyes rolled back, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as the pleasure overtook her. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their anticipation reaching a crescendo as the two women teetered on the edge of climax.

Brad watched, his own hands buried in his pants, his cock pulsing with every stroke of Gina's hand. He couldn't believe the sight before him. His housewarming party had turned into the most erotic event he could have ever dreamed of. His friends and neighbors were on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the two goddesses in the ring, fighting not just for victory but for the ultimate prize: his pleasure.

Diana's face contorted with pleasure as Gina's thumb circled her clit. She bucked her hips upward, trying to increase the pressure, her eyes never leaving Gina's. Gina leaned in, her teeth bared, and whispered, "You're going to cum for me, Diana." Diana nodded, her breaths shallow and ragged. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I will."

The crowd was going wild, men and women alike, their eyes glued to the erotic display before them. They watched Diana's body tremble, her back arching off the clay. Gina's hand worked faster, her breaths growing heavier as she felt the tension build between Diana's legs. It was clear that the end was near, that one of them was about to give in to the pleasure.

And then it happened. Diana's eyes snapped shut, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. The room was filled with her moan, a sound that seemed to echo through the walls. Gina's hand stilled, a smug look of victory crossing her face as Diana's body went limp beneath her. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, Brad's among them, his orgasm following close behind.

Kelly's cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted from the exhausted wrestlers to the ecstatic audience. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, so exposed. The whistle hung around her neck, a symbol of her control over the scene, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of what she had just witnessed.

Gina slowly climbed off Diana, her chest heaving with exertion. She looked up at Brad with a smug grin. "Looks like I won," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Diana lay there for a moment, her body trembling from the intensity of her climax. Then she looked up at Gina with a fiery glint in her eye. "Not so fast," she murmured, her hand sliding down to her clit. "The night is still young."