She considered washing up, but Vignette was tired after all the activity at the Senator's suite. She pulled the cover back off the bed, kicked off her shoes, removed her dress, and climbed into the bed and under the covers.
As she lay there in her bed, Vignette remembered the wild s*x she had just experienced. A slow smile appeared on her face. She could still taste the Senator's c*m on her tongue. The smell of the Senator's wife's cunt juice wafted up to Vignette's nose from her still wet lips. Wild it had been. And great. Vignette tried to recall how many times she had had an orgasm, but after she counted up 14 she stopped and tried to think of which of her orgasms had been the best. They had all been great! She just closed her eyes, lay back and enjoyed inhaling the smells of dried c*
