Foreplay and exposition

In the scope of just a few seconds, Leona’s gaze went from Isabelle to Gavin, who remained naked and had his tanned skin glistening with a mixture of oil and girlcum, then onto Isis, who remained clad in her white stocking and five-inch stripper sandals and with the thin gold-chain still secured round her thin waist, then back to Gavin’s sixteen-inch pussy pleaser, which was throbbing rhythmically, before finally settling on Mauro’s naked form.

“Can… can Mauro escort me while I go fetch breakfast, mistress?” Leona finally asked Isabelle, in a sweet, girlish tone of voice.

“Ah, young love, isn’t it sweet?” Isabelle giggled and flashed the young servant girl a warm, albeit amused, smile, “Of course he can. Just make sure to be back before lunch is served!”

“Yes, mistress,” Leona said with a beaming smile, just managing to get out her response before Mauro produced a loud groan and had his erect cock spew forth a particularly dense release of prejizz which rushed forth to splash against Isabelle, leaving the entire right side of her face coated with the sticky substance.

Circling round the back of Isabelle’s chair with quick, excited strides, Leona wrapped her hand around the trunk of Mauro’s dick, giving it a loving squeeze that another plume of precum leave his pisshole, splattering down onto the plate in front of Isabelle as he and his girlfriend turned round and began moving towards the door.

“So,” Isabelle purred as the door closed behind her, eyeing Gavin as he stood a few feet away from her before turning her attention towards Isis, positioned a few yards further away from where she was sitting, “what should we get up to while Leona brings you your breakfast?”

“Did Leona attend to your backside?” Gavin asked as he weighed the bottle of oil in his hands, his cock pulsing with heightened vigour at the prospect of getting to smear the treacly fluid all over Isabelle’s full, bronzed glutes.

“Gavin,” Isabelle suddenly pouted her lips and had a gleam of mocked sadness in her eyes as she looked at him, “no one’s attended my backside all morning long.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Isis joined the conversation as Gavin began to move closer to Isabelle while the icy blonde rose from her seat and placed her hands on the table in front of her. Grinning naughtily at Gavin, Isabelle leaned forwards, making her huge boobs sway enticingly while she lifted her right foot and used it to push the chair further away from her, making room for him to get in behind her. And that was precisely what Gavin did, purposely placing himself at such a distance that the crown of his cock was left to press against the top of her ass cleavage.

“Gavin,” Isabelle began as she felt his thick precum begin to pour down into the gap between her buttocks, “I hope you don’t feel bad about Leona not jumping at the chance to have you fuck her silly.”

“I really don’t,” Gavin replied, eyeing Isabelle’s booty hungrily, “And besides, she’s young and in love, so I get why she doesn’t want to be with anyone else but Mauro for now…”

“Hey, you’re supposed to be young and in love with me!” Isis objected, with a cheeky smile.

“I am!” Gavin protested, “It’s not my fault that you’re turned on by watching me fuck other women!”

“Oh, alright… Now get that blue-blooded slut’s ass all oiled-up and ready for your fat cock,” Isis replied, sticking out her tongue at Gavin before giggling at the grimace that he sent her.

“Now, Isabelle,” Isis said as she slowly sauntered closer to the point where Isabelle was leaning further forwards as Gavin dropped down on his haunches behind her, pulling his dick away from her heart-shaped ass, “about that painting in your study…”

“Yes…” Isabelle purred as Gavin poured an ample amount of oil onto her butt, holding the bottle upturned and moving his wrist so as to spill the thick fluid across her luscious buttocks before placing it on the floor next to him.

“The woman in it, who is she?” Isis asked, while Isabelle started moaning at Gavin’s hands making contact with her asscheeks and the young stud proceeding to massage the two full, firm globes with his fingers, working the oil into the smooth skin of her booty.

“Why do you ask?” Isabelle replied, closing her eyes and gasping with excitement and surprise when Gavin took the opportunity to move his left hand in between her legs and use it to tease her slit for just a few seconds before returning it to her left buttock.

“She seemed familiar, I guess,” Isis said.

“Her face is completely covered with cum, Isis,” Isabelle pointed out, wiggling her hips and jerking her upper body whilst moaning happily at how Gavin’s hands made their way towards her ass cleavage.

“I meet a lot of women like that, Isabelle,” Isis shot back, with a sly smile.

Isabelle looked like she was about to say something to Isis, but then she suddenly closed her eyes again and squeezed out a horny moan. The reason for this was that Gavin, upon prying apart Isabelle’s asscheeks to find something round and thick sticking out about an inch past her sphincter, had clutched forth of the object and begun to pull it out through the pliable ring of muscles.

“You’re such a buttslut, Isabelle!” Isis, who quickly moved into a position from which she could see what Gavin was doing, now exclaimed as she followed the long, fat dildo being pulled out of the busty noblewoman’s ass.

“Says you,” Gavin grinned at Isis as he threw her the footlong fake cock and watched as she snatched it out of the air.

“I can’t understand what’s given you that impression of me, honey,” Isis replied, smilingly impishly at Gavin as she placed her right foot on the seat of the chair nearest to her and proceeded to lean her upper body away from it whilst steering the dildo in between her thighs and pointing it upwards, aiming it towards the point between her buttocks where her well-fucked, cum-filled bung was located.

“Anyway, Isabelle, the painting,” Isis picked up the thread from her and Isabelle’s interrupted conversation at the same time as she pushed the rounded tip of the dildo in between her butt cheeks and had it press against her anus. With her left hand, she was teasing her juicing honeypot, from which a combination of her juices and Gavin’s spunk was flowing.

“It’s of Alyssa Clarent,” Isabelle’s explanation coincided with Gavin circling two fingers round the entrance to her anal passage.

“Clarent?” Isis timed her question so that it was delivered before the loud shriek of joy that came from Isabelle as Gavin speared the oil-slick digits past her sphincter, then joined her in making loud, excited noises as she **** the dildo up into her own ass, feeling it push aside Gavin’s thick jizz as she moved further and further up beyond her distended asshole.

“Shelta’s… oh fuck… aunt,” Isabelle murmured out as Gavin was busy fingerfucking her tightest hole, making her pussy release fat dollops of wetness that fell down onto the trunk of his cock as it projected out between her spread legs.

“She’s an… yes… old friend… of mine… oh you kinky stud!” Isabelle continued the exposition whilst also complimenting Gavin on his choice to bring the bottle of oil up to her anus and pour the oil onto it as his fingers continued to pump in and out of it.

“And the painting?” Isis asked, having the dildo bottom out inside her ass before sauntering closer still to Isabelle and Gavin, until her glistening wet pussy was less than a half a foot from the right side of Isabelle’s ravishingly beautiful face.

“A gift for me from her,” Isabelle sounded slightly out of breath as she spoke, having had Gavin extract his fingers from inside her ass and instead stand up behind her to once again having his throbbing fuckpiece rub against her juicy bubble butt, “it’s a painting of a normal day at the office for her.”

“Isis, is there anything else you want to ask Isabelle right now?” Gavin rejoined the conversation, posing his question for Isis while inching his way backwards and moving his cockend downwards until it placed directly against the noblewoman’s needy asshole.