Gia likes to watch

“So, where were we?” Isabelle asked, having watched her two guards exit out into the corridor and close the doors behind them before turning back towards Aram and Gia.

“I think you said something about me fucking your ass,” Aram replied, with a happy grin, as he sat on his ass on the floor, his cock sticking up in front of him while his balls throbbed against his muscular thighs. Due to the influence that Isabelle and Gia were having on him, he felt light-headed and happy, as though he was slightly drunk.

Sitting on her knees a few feet to Aram’s right, Gia released a horny moan at the prospect of getting to see him fuck Isabelle’s ass, a moan that had Aram and Isabelle both looking in her direction, Aram with a quizzical expression and Isabelle with a lustful smile that she followed up on by releasing an equally lustful giggle.

Isabelle’s giggling caused Gia to aim her gaze at her, and she could feel her honeypot juicing as she took in yet again how her oiled-up body glistening in the sun rays that were flooding into the roofless room, and began to wonder what she herself would look like all covered with transparent tanning oil like that.

While Gia was still staring at her with lust burning in her eyes, Isabelle purred while inching closer to Aram and was just about to say something seductive when he startled her by jumping up on his feet, his massive, muscular frame towering over her for a second or two before he’d reached down and swept her up in his arms, with Isabelle producing an appreciative moan as she found herself being carried back towards the longue chairs. She even went so far as to kick her legs out and sling her arms round Aram’s bull neck as he carried her slender, voluptuous form in his strong, thick arms.

Soon, Isabelle was releasing an excited groan as she found herself back on top of the longue chair in which she’d reclining when Aram and Gia showed, though now she was positioned with her hands pressing against it along with her left knee while her right was stretched out behind her, and with her juicy, heart-shaped ass sticking up behind her, almost dazzling Aram by the way in it glistened and sparkled in the sunlight.

“Are you going to fuck my slutty little ass?” Isabelle asked in a girlish voice that she followed up on by forming her lips into a ravenous, predatory smile as she looked back at Aram over her shoulder. In response, Aram pressed his bulbous cockend against Isabelle’s tight-looking, spit-coated cinnamon ring, and smiled back at her a little.

After that, Aram surprised Isabelle again, this time by reaching out with his hands and placing them against her sculpted asscheeks before adjusting his stance a little to no longer have his cockhead pressing directly against her asshole, then drawing a long, horny but somewhat disappointed moan from her by thrusting his hips forwards while at the same pushing her buttocks closer in around his cock, which in turn would go on to appear from out of the tight ass-cleavage that he had just formed round its member, most of it still being encased between the halves of Isabelle’s peachy ass while thick dollops of precum dripped from the crown of his schlong down onto her back.

Fingering her slit while watching as Aram teased Isabelle by fucking her ass-cleavage several times over, doing so in long strokes that had his beating balls ending up pressed against her overflowing honeybox while the underside of his cock throbbed violently against her anus, Gia eventually slipped her fingers back out of her pink little quim and got back up on her feet.

By the time that Gia had come up to stand by his side, Aram had extracted his cock from between Isabelle’s buttocks and was instead standing with its crown pressing against her bunghole, though he hadn't yet asserted enough **** to actually **** it into her anal passage.

“Uh…” Gia hesitated about what to say, though she didn’t seem quite so uncertain of herself when she reached in and wrapped her hand round the trunk of Aram’s dick, “is there anymore tanning oil around?”

“Uh-huh,” Isabelle nodded, her juices flowing down her legs as the slow, steady manner in which Gia was jerking Aram’s cock, which she’d begun to do without even thinking about it, was causing him to flood her puckered bunghole with an ample, relentless flow of precum.

“Where is it, then?” Gia asked, growing bolder at the same time as she squeezed herself up at Aram’s side and flashed him a happy smile while still maintaining her rhythmic wanking of his vein-ridged schlong.

“Over, over there…” Isabelle answered, her voice growing increasingly uneven due to the protracted teasing that she and her luscious booty was being subjected to.
Looking in the direction in which Isabelle had just nodded, which was also the point where the two guards had been standing, Gia saw nothing, causing her to blurt out a confused “Where?” whilst sliding her slender fingers up the trunk of Aram’s dick.

“Behind the pillar,” Isabelle clarified, then she proceeded to groan out in ecstasy as Aram’s cockhead began to slowly sink in through her asshole, forcing the ring of elastic musculature to begin to open wider and wider, her anal tunnel already having begun to be lubed up due to the continuous flow of precum that came pouring and gushing out of his pisshole.

“Good girl,” Gia giggled, bringing her right hand into contact with Aram’s ass and giving him a nudge forwards. It wasn’t nearly forceful enough to send his cock thrusting deeper into Isabelle’s ass, but Aram apparently had enough showmanship in him to ensure that that was what it looked like by seizing the opportunity to slam his hips forwards.

Gia felt like she was about to cum just from the sound that Isabelle made when the whole bulbous, vividly purple crown of Aram’s ginormous fuckmast disappeared into her tightest hole, and slowly began to back away from the two of them, though never letting her gaze drift from how Aram was suddenly working feverishly to hammer his dick deeper into Isabelle’s ass.

And underneath the spectacle of Aram’s muscular fuckpiece being thrust a little further into Isabelle’s ass each time that he thrust forwards after having pulled his hips back again, Gia could also witness how Isabelle’s pink pussy was spewing out girlcum as she wailed like an ecstatic banshee at the sensation of her ass being further and further impaled on Aram’s monstercock.

Eventually, after nearly tripping on her own feet a number of times, Gia had reached the pillar that Isabelle had nodded towards, and finally **** herself to shift her attention away from the show that Aram and Isabelle were treating her to, one that had left her thighs completely coated with her wetness and her feeling like she’d only have to give her engorged clit the briefest and softest of touches to trigger a truly massive orgasm.

Ignoring her juicing honeypot as best she could, as well as the feminine screams of sexual rapture coming from behind her, Gia looked behind the pillar to find a low, thick glass bottle standing there, about half-full with a transparent fluid. Picking up the flask and uncorking it, Gia quickly poured the oil all over her hands and then was about to put it back on the floor when she happened to catch a glimpse of her own chest protruding out in front of her. Despite her oil-sleek hands meaning that she now had quite a loose grasp of the bottle, Gia still managed to tip it over in such a fashion that most of its remaining contents came splashing down onto her full, perfectly shaped tits, with specs of oil ending up glued to the floor after they’d ricocheted off of her huge boobs.

Then setting the now almost empty flask back down on the floor, Gia turned to find herself looking at Aram, his left foot firmly planted on the longue chair next to Isabelle’s leg as he used his taller height and his current stance to lean in over her and begin fucking her ass in earnest, seesawing his cock in and out of her tightest hole, each thrust that he made being faster than the one preceding thanks to the continuous blasts of precum that were geysering out of his throbbing fuckstick.

Having initially intended to spread the oil evenly across her breasts before working it all over the rest of her body, Gia was soon standing there moaning lustfully, pinching and caressing her stiff nipples while following how Aram was continuing to pound Isabelle’s ass.

Then, just as she’d backed up against the pillar and lowered herself down to stand with her thighs sticking out in front of her almost horizontally, Gia found that Aram just happened to glance over at her, and immediately steered her right hand down between her legs, spreading her legs further apart as she gave her hypersensitive clit the faintest of caresses. The result of her digits touching against her clit was that Gia climaxed and climaxed fiercely, a tongue of girlcum rising up out of her slit and propelling itself forwards down onto the floor several feet in front of her, with her ecstatic shrieks blending with those of Isabelle as both women were now squirting out girlcum and trembling violently as orgasm upon orgasm swept over them.
For Aram, the knowledge that Gia was cumming like that from seeing him fuck another woman prompted him to bury his cock balls-deep inside Isabelle’s ass, with said balls being placed directly against the blue-blooded super-slut’s convulsing snatch as they started churning out cum.

A throaty “Fuck!” was the first intelligible thing that Isabelle had said in quite some time, and she delivered that one line with such intensity and emotion that it prompted the rich jets of balljuice that exited out through Aram’s cumslit to be delivered with even more **** as he stood leaning in over her frame, his eyes fixed on how her buttocks were shaking from the fierce throbbing of his cock as he continued to flood her tightest hole with what seemed like several gallons worth of spunk.

Eventually, just as his orgasm was fading away, Aram felt something thick and sticky being poured onto his back. Straightening up, which got a lustful whimper from Isabelle as him doing caused his cock to move about inside her anal tunnel, Aram looked behind his shoulder to find Gia standing there, her body now glistening with oil in the same manner as Isabelle’s while she was working more of the transparent fluid onto his back.

“I don’t want you to get sunburned,” Gia explained, with a mischievous smile.