Horse drawn carriage

David looks up, mid piss, to see a horse drawn carriage rattling down the stone road. The entire carriage shakes as the wooden wheels take on the uneven stones of the stone path. Atop of the carriage sits a beautiful black girl wielding a whip for her horses.

"AYE! AYE!" she screams, pulling the carriage to a stop.

A carriage door with a round window swings open, and curly black haired beauty pokes her head out of the compartment.

"Ello!" She waves a blue handkerchief, matching her light blue ball gown, almost too enthusiastically.

"Why ello good sir, fancy a ride and blow in my sister's carriage?"

David, still mid piss, shrugs his shoulders.

"Hey, why the fuck not."

Beautiful green eyes stand out on a reformed and prestigious looking face decorated with eyeliner and makeup.

Shaking the last few drops of piss from his dick, David walks towards the carriage and hops up through the door.

The inside of the carriage is much larger than David had presumed. Lined with velvet and ornate wooden carvings, the interior has craftsmanship that even someone close to as stupid as David could come to admire.

Still, David does not notice these details for one second, instead focusing his gaze on the three beautiful curly black haired women seated inside, all similar in appearance and beauty. Their refined appearances perfectly match the extravagance of the vehicle they are travelling in. High Cheekbones and lots of makeup add credence to the fact that these women (whose appearances probably mean they are sisters) must have an abundance of wealth and influence.

"Isabella and Emily at your service good sir. On the front of this carriage is our valet named Libby, she steers the carriage and will not be joining us inside, for she is just one of our many servants." Isabella folds her hand against her perky tit as she speaks in a form of civility, ending the sentence with a domineering smile. Clearly Libby was nothing but a puppet to her, a tool to be used at her discretion.

"My name is Sophie dear sir, I am the youngest sister, yet I am just as much as a full adult" after she finishes speaking, Sophie blushes a dark crimson red.

"I'm easy" She adds, quiet randomly.

Sophie is clearly the younger sister

In between Sophie and David sits a table with expensive chinese teacups, seated on the other side facing you are Isabella and Emily.

"Libby! LIBBY!" Isabella yells impatiently.

The carriage starts to move again.

You take notice that each woman is graciously gifted in the chest regions, perky tits well pronounced jiggle slightly with every shake and rattle of the carriage.

Emily, although just as beautiful, has a large mole above the left side of her mouth. You aren't sure whether or not this is a turn on. Regardless, you dick is visibly getting hard in your sweatpants with every jiggle of the women's tits.

Emily smiles cruelly as she eyes your bulge.

"aye? Do you sir have a lolly bagcock in them sweatpants?"

Emily's accent is a bit worse than Isabellas. You have no idea what she just said.

"uhhhhh. bagcock? Did you just ask me if I have a big cock?"

Isabella and Emily laugh together.

"Cock up my beautiful man! Time to cram your filthy manhood into my dear sister's cobbler hole!"

Isabelle leans over to her sister with a naughty look on her face.

"Sophie. If you bugger us about your new adulthood, you should jolly well be the first to show it to our handsome guest here." Isabella puts her face into a pout. Emily pipes in.

"Sophie! IN YOUR BUNG HOLE you worthless arse!"

Reaching across the table she grabs her sister by the curly hair, pushing her head down into your lap.

Without any real protest of any sort, Sophie closes her eyes and sticks out her tongue.

"Hump her face repeatedly!" Isabella shouts out, gripping her sister's arm as they meet each other's laughter.