The idea that someone might hear her and get the wrong idea never even occurred to Nisha, who was now riding the coattails of the first of hopefully many orgasms she'd still have today. Her hips had stopped moving eventually, but she had closed her eyes and was biting her bottom lip while she moaned, waves of pleasure still coursing through her body consistently.
It took Nisha a little while to realize the pounding wasn't of her heart, but on the door to her room. For a moment she pondered whether to respond at all or just lie there and let the orgasm run its course, but since she had been using a vibrator and a clitoral stimulator it might take a while, and whoever was on the other side might just become impatient and break in. With a sigh, Nisha removed the sex toys from their place and put her underwear back on, not worrying in the least about pants or the wetness that was now seeping ever so slightly slightly through her panties.
She went to the door in a haze, breathing deeply and humming here and there. Her hair was a mess but her face and body were so relaxed there could be no mistaking what had happened - if you were often around women who had great orgasms, that was. Slowly she turned the doorknob to find beautiful, sexy caliente Daniel on the other side. This was not a good time. Or it was, depending. Nisha leaned seductively against the threshold, one leg bent at the knee. "Oh, hi little angel. Something wrong?"