Isabelle’s cleaned up

“Leona…” Isabelle giggled at how her beautiful servant had been transfixed the sight of Gavin’s naked body as soon as she turned back round again after retrieving the washcloth and bar of soap from the cabinet, the auburn-haired woman’s blue eyes once more drawn to his hard cock as it protruded out from between his muscular legs.

“Yes?” Turning her attention back towards her mistress, Leona gasped as she noticed how Isabelle had pulled up a low stool in front of the massive copper bathtub and had seated herself upon it, her legs spread far enough that they were dangling over the sides of the low, white piece of furniture while her arms were placed tight against her huge tits, pushing the two cum-painted globes together as she had her hands wrapped round the front of the stool.

“Don’t forget about me, honey,” Isabelle teased Leona, who responded by blushing ferociously whilst licking her lips as she took another good look at her mistress’ debauched, cum-splattered appearance.

“Mmm,” Isabelle purred as she savoured how the thin, tiny white dress that Leona had on clung to her generous curves and did nothing to conceal the ample size of her tits, which looked like they would come bursting out of the garment’s neckline if she were to bend forwards, “you might want to loose the dress.”

Nodding whilst Isabelle sent Gavin a suggestive look, the naked noblewoman raising her left eyebrow and intensifying the sultry nature of her smile when she observed how he remained in place just inside the doorway, his hands hanging by his sides while his cock throbbed in front of him, Leona grabbed hold of the hem of her dress and quickly pulled it up over her head as soon as she’d placed the bucket, the washcloth and the soap on the floor in front of Isabelle. Gavin let out a low, animalistic grunt as soon as he got a first glance of how Leona’s huge, toffee-tanned boobs were jiggling as she casually tossed her dress aside, having it land in the bathtub while she dropped down on her haunches in front of Isabelle’s spread legs, her pink tongue brushing over her luscious lips as she got a closer look of her mistress was sitting in such a way that her hairless sex was pushed out over the edge of the stool.

Gavin released another dark grunt as he followed how Leona, now clad only in the silver choker with her name on it and her silver platform heels, dipped the washcloth into the warm water until it was soaked through and, after squeezing it between her fingers, brought it up towards Isabelle, who was naked save for her black, stiletto-heeled stripper sandals, and made her mistress let slip a soft, horny gasp by having the wet piece of cloth touch against her bulging chest.

Closing her eyes and producing a lustful moan, Isabelle pushed her bust forwards, leaning in closer towards Leona as the voluptuous young servant girl traced the washcloth along the dramatic curvature of her mistress’ right breast, wiping away the cum that had been glued to it to reveal its bronzed, flawless skin and the hard, dark nipple that crowned it.

“You always go for my tits first, Leona,” Isabelle commented on her servant’s behaviour, though the vivid smile that she was sporting suggested to Gavin that she certainly didn’t have any objections to it.

Leona grinned cheerfully at her mistress’ comment, but remained silent as she first rose up on her feet and leaned over Isabelle’s seated form, squeezing the washcloth hard over the bathtub while her glistening pussy was directly in front of Isabelle’s face, then resumed her squatting position and dipped the washcloth back into the bucket, before lathering it up with soap.

“I watched you when you were in the arena, my Lady,” Leona shared with Isabelle as she brought the piece of soaked cloth into contact with her left breast, repeating what she’d already done to her right one by slowly and carefully tracing it along its ample form to wipe away the jizz from it, sending globules of the sticky fluid raining down onto the tiled form and onto Isabelle’s thighs.

“Did you?” Isabelle cooed, once Leona had finished with her tits and repeated the process of squeezing the washcloth dry over the bathtub, her hands coming out to rest on her servant’s wide, shapely hips.

“How much did you see?” Isabelle directed her question to Leona, but her gaze was suddenly fixed on Gavin, who continued to stand perfectly still, not daring to touch his beating fuckpole for fear that his next load would come exploding out through it if he did.

“Enough,” Leona smiled up at Isabelle, after she’d slipped free of her grasp and gotten back down on her haunches, where she remained as she wetted the washcloth again and brought it up against Isabelle’s toned stomach while she leaned back to provide her servant with easier access to her midriff, propping her elbows up on the edge of the copper bathtub whilst thrusting her juicing honeypot closer still to Leona’s face.

“So you abandoned your duties to spy on me getting fucked by some big-dicked stud?” Isabelle’s question came as Leona began to circle the soaked washcloth over her stomach, slowly widening the circles to bring it closer to her pink, bald sex.

“Uh-huh,” Leona replied, happily nodding her head at Isabelle before diving in between her legs to offer her pussy a tender kiss.

“Good…” Breathing out her comment as the tip of Leona’s tongue danced across her labia, Isabelle placed her hands atop the servant girl’s head, but did nothing to stop her when she pulled her lips away from her pussy.

Soon, Isabelle was gasping lustfully again as Leona began to wash her legs, slowly dragging the washcloth along the inside of each of her thigh and then following the musculature of her calves as she slipped the piece of cloth all the way down to where the straps of her stripper heels gleamed against her ankles, her new position of leaning forwards until her awe-inspiring tits were almost brushing against the floor ensuring that Gavin got his first good look at her glistening honeybox and her puckered asshole.

Of course, by now Isabelle was leaning out so far over the edge of the stool that her anus was exposed as well, and Leona couldn’t quite resist the temptation of bringing the tip of one of her fingers up against her mistress’ tight cinnamon ring, drawing several lustful whimpers from her as she circled her finger round the elastic muscle.

Leona then produced a surprised but delighted squeal when a bolt of girlcum cleared Isabelle’s pussy and went on to smack her right in the forehead, the auburn-haired servant girl erupting into a radiant smile and giggling naughtily as the streak of Isabelle’s ejaculate glistened against her skin as it ran from the top of the right side of her forehead down to the point where it matted the hair of the left one of her delicate eyebrows.

“Time to do your hair now, mistress,” Leona looked up just in time to see Isabelle’s right hand come travelling across the etched contours of her stomach, the noblewoman releasing a throaty groan as she wasted no time in burying two fingers inside her own honeypot.

“Yes,” Isabelle agreed, extracting her fingers from her sex and bringing them up in front of her lips, producing a hungry smacking noise before thrusting the two digits into her mouth and noisily sucking them clean of her own juices.

At this point, Gavin was standing with his monstercock quaking and a long, thick rope of precum dangling down from its rounded business-end as he followed how Leona got up on her feet, grabbed hold of the bucket and walked up alongside her mistress’ right side. For her part, Isabelle was currently propped up in a prone position, her juicy ass balanced on the edge of the stool and her shoulders resting on the edge of the bathtub, her massive tits rising up into the air and maintaining their perfectly hemispherical form as each of the lushly tanned orbs glistened with tiny beads of water left there after Leona had finished cleaning them.

Closing her eyes, Isabelle remained perfectly still as Leona doused her hair and face with the remaining contents of the bucket, the sudden downpour of clear water wiping away the last of the cum from her front, before Leona put the bucket aside and proceeded to run her fingers through her Lady’s hair, combing her silky tresses with her slender digits until they had been formed into a sleek, shimmering mass of hair that hung down into the bathtub.

“Oops,” Leona grinned naughtily as she looked down at where her dress was now glued to the bottom of the deep bathtub, soaked through with a mixture of water and the jizz that she had wiped off her mistress’ delectable form, “maybe I shouldn’t have left my dress there…”

“You’ll just have to do without,” Isabelle instructed Leona before wrapping her hand round the back of the servant girl’s head and pulling her down into a tight, passionate kiss.

Next, Isabelle rose to her feet, turned round, bent forwards and placed her hands on the tub, remaining patiently in place while Leona used the washcloth to wipe clean her back and the back of her legs, equipping them with the same lustrous sheen that the rest of her curvaceous body already gave off, and then moaned out in anticipation as the servant girl dropped down on her haunches behind her.

After gauging the firmness of her mistress’ heart-shaped ass by giving each of her buttocks a playful slap, Leona then took her time in dragging the washcloth across them, her own heavy chest rising and sinking from her heavy breathing as Isabelle’s did much the same. What Leona did next was to allow the washcloth to fall to the floor beside her as she leaned in closer to Isabelle’s bubble butt and used her hands to part her asscheeks.

“Mmm, this looks dirty as well…” Leona purred, before having the tip of her tongue touch against Isabelle’s sphincter.

“Fuck!” Isabelle’s scream came as she broke free of Leona’s grasp and heaved herself forwards, her thighs suddenly pressing against the side of her top as she shot up into an upright position and proceeded to send several thick sprays of her honey down into the tub, her bald pussy convulsing violently as girlcum was squirted out from it and her tensed-up arms twitching as she writhed her way through a powerful orgasm.

“I don’t know,” Isabelle breathed out once her climax had ended, her gaze aimed down at Leona’s white dress as it laid on the bottom of the tub, having been on the receiving end of several thick bursts of girlcum from her, “I think you could still wear it…”

Behind her, Leona let out a naughty giggle.