Getting ready for dinner

With Isis having caught up with him and now walking beside him as they entered the salon, Gavin caught a glimpse of something that caused him to raise his head and avert his gaze from Isabelle’s round, naked ass.

Up on the wall on the opposite side of the room, the painting depicting a clad Lady Grifoen reclining in her divan had been replaced. And in its place hung another painting, this one having been done as though the painter had been suspended in the air above the subject that he was depicting. The new painting’s backdrop was a huge bed, the edges of which were all out of sight on the painting, and it depicted Isabelle placed in the middle of the bed, flanked on all sides by naked, motionless bodies of both genders, suggesting that the scenario depicted was the end of a long, messy orgy that had left her dozen partners spent and **** but Lady Grifoen hungry for more. Reinforcing that impression was the fact that the Isabelle in the painting was completely naked and had had her hair and her whole body amply plastered with jizz and girlcum, with just enough of her face left free of cum to leave her recognizable. While offering the viewer a wild smile as she laid on the bed, Isabelle had her right hand tightly wrapped round the thick dildo that she was ramming up her ass and three of the fingers of her left hand buried inside her pink, soaked snatch.

Tightening his hold of the tray, Gavin reacted to the painting by releasing a long, high-powered streamer of precum that had Isabelle shrieking with surprised delight as it grazed the back of her head on its way to its ultimate destination of splattering itself against the wall just underneath the painting, having covered a distance of a good fifteen feet or so.

Isabelle turned her head to smile vividly back at Gavin whilst rubbing her right hand against the back of her head, while Isis took the opportunity to reach in with her left hand and place it on top of the trunk of Gavin’s fuckpiece, cooing at the steady throbbing of his member as she let her slender fingers touch against it.

“You can put the tray there, Gavin,” Isabelle cheerfully suggesting, nodding towards the low table placed amongst the group of furniture formed by the divan and the three plush chairs. Leaning forwards to do so, Gavin gasped as Isis pushed his cock downwards to keep it from knocking against the underside of the tray, then the Jadhi vixen began jerking his dick, soft moans escaping past her luscious lips as the rhythmic pumping of her wrist caused one long rope of prejizz after another to rain down onto the dark surface of the table, just barely missing the tray itself.

Straightening up his back now that the tray was safely placed on the table, Gavin dropped his head back and moaned appreciatively as Isis continued manhandling his thick fuckmast, the dusky, busty slut now using both her hands to manipulate the long, muscular slab of cockmeat, the two of them having positioned themselves to stand with their sides to the table and the business-end of Gavin’s dick pointing towards Isis’ toned belly, which had already begun to glisten from the precum that was being blasted onto it every few seconds.

Suddenly, Isis let go of Gavin’s dick and thrust herself towards him, his cockend appearing up through her cleavage as they met in another passionate kiss, with Gavin getting Isis to moan lustfully into his mouth by placing his hands on her juicy buttocks and squeezing them roughly while she in turn crossed her arms over his muscular back.

Not wishing to stay out of the action for much longer, Isabelle sauntered up behind Gavin and first took a firm hold of his ass with her hands, then thrust herself against him, mashing her huge tits against his back and making Isis aware of her presence through the manner in which the Jadhi slut’s arms ended up resting on top of her full, toffee-tanned globes. Following up on that by beginning to kiss her way up and down Gavin’s neck, and ever so often nibbling his right ear, Isabelle soon caused him and Isis to break off their kiss.

While Isis purred happily at how Gavin’s balls were now pulsing powerfully against her slit, a result of Isabelle pressing herself so tightly against his back, Gavin turned his head to meet the noblewoman’s gaze.

“You were supposed to have supper, remember?” Isabelle reminded Gavin with a cheeky smile, before planting a soft kiss on the base of his neck while shimmying around behind him to have her heavy tits rub against his back, which prompted him to groan and cause Isis to squeal in ecstasy at the blast of precum that smacked against the underside of her jaw.

“You damn nearly caused me to bite my tongue off!” Isis jokingly reprimanded Gavin, who sported a sheepish smile as Isis pulled back from him and landed a soft slap on his hard chest.

“Well, if she doesn’t appreciate you,” Isabelle cut in before Gavin had managed to say anything, pulling him with her over to the divan and meeting no resistance from him as she pushed her down onto it before straddling him in such a way that the meaty lips of her sex were spread over the base of his cock and the piece of cloth that had been hanging down in front of her snatch was now instead spread out over the trunk of his schlong.

“Since you got to wake him,” Isabelle smiled over at Isis, who had lingered behind to stand on the opposite end of the low table from Isabelle and Gavin, “I should get to feed him…”

For added effect with which to back up how her voice was dripping with arousal and innuendo, Isabelle now slid her hips forwards, dragging her juicing pussy over Gavin’s cock. Feeling a familiar rumbling in his nuts and then how it spread up through his member, Gavin deftly pulled his head to the left and soon felt how his latest release of prejizz came swooshing past his right ear.

“Fine,” Isis huffed, crossing her arms over her stomach and looking angry for a moment before breaking out into another horny smile, “I guess it’s my turn to sit back and enjoy the show then.”

“Isabelle…” Gavin groaned out, having placed his hands on the blue-blooded slut’s thighs but making no effort to interfere with the pace with which she was continuing to rub her drooling honeypot all over the lower half of his cock.

“Yes?” Isabelle replied, still sliding her hands up and down over Gavin’s chest, the hardness of his muscles against her fingers causing the flow of juices from her horny slit to grow even more ample.

“Are you going to sit like that all through dinner?” Gavin asked, before ducking out of the way of his latest release of precum, which went on to knock over the empty chair behind him.

“Of course not!” Isabelle replied, somehow managing to make her smile even sluttier before lifting herself up and placing her right foot against the divan and heaving her voluptuous frame even higher up while nimbly reaching down with one hand and grabbing hold of Gavin’s cock.

Before Gavin had really had a chance to react to what Isabelle was doing, and after her thighs had slipped from his grasp, his fuckpiece was pointing straight up towards the gorgeous noblewoman’s heart-shaped ass, which was now descending rapidly down towards the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock.

As he felt his cockend pushing Isabelle’s firm, luscious buttocks apart, Gavin reacted by grabbing hold of her thighs again and pushing her down even harder while slamming his body upwards, drawing an ecstatic shriek from her while her girlcum came exploding out of her trembling honeybox and raining down all over his prone form. After that, the two of them crashed back down onto the divan, with Gavin’s cock now fully entrenched inside her ass, the walls of which were hugging the trunk of his throbbing member.

“Good… good thing I had Chryssa and Keira prepare my ass before you showed up,” Isabelle moaned out, having come down somewhat from the heights of her most recent orgasm.

“Uh-huh,” Gavin grunted in agreement, while over in the chair, Isis was frantically fingering her soaking wet snatch as the last of the load that Gavin had pumped into it was coming streaming out past her swollen, darkened labia.