Karra finds a little something

“Do if have to pick just one?” Karra replied with a mock complaint, starting to skim through the selection of clothes directly in front of her.

As she did so, Miele slapped her ass once again, causing the firm flesh of her left buttock to wobble from the brunt **** of her palm smacking against it.

“Ow!” Karra yelped, “What did you do that for?”

“Because you were acting a clever little bitch again.” Miele replied, grinning at Karra.

“Bullshit,” Karra replied, “you did it because you like it.”

“And you hate me doing it, then?” Miele stepped closer to Karra, “Admit it, you’d love it if I were to bend you over and spank that tight ass of yours till it was gleaming red.”

Reaching over Karra’s hip with her hand, Miele easily slipped a digit past the lips of Karra’s cunt, from which cum was still trickling out after the session out on the courtyard.

“And you’d love it even more if I, after I had pelted your sweet butt, **** you to lay down on it and lick my asshole.” Miele went on to press a second finger into Karra’s slit, something which caused the dark-haired Amazon to bite her lips and close her eyes shut.

“Now pick an outfit,” Miele told her, retracting her fingers from the wet hole, “and maybe I’ll let you lick my pussy.”

Peering through the various outfits with some haste, Karra soon found something which she thought appropriate.

Obscuring the outfit from Miele’s inquisitive glances, Karra walked further away from the blonde tit-queen and began to slip on the skimpy costume.

There was full-length mirror next to her, and once she had donned her new set of clothes, Karra took the time to scrutinize her image to make sure that it looked as good on her as she had hoped.

The outfit Karra had chosen consisted of a transparent suit in a tanned brownish tone, which ran from a collar down her neck over her breasts, separating itself into two and leaving a large oval area at the centre of her massive tits bared, including her cleavage and all the tit-flesh of the area between her small, poking nipples, from there on it went on in two separate arms down the sides of her stomach, leaving her hard, rigid abs exposed until it was united again just above her vaginal mound, which was clearly visible; partly due to the garments transparency and partly from its snugness.

That same snugness affected the way in which her tits appeared underneath it as well, Karra couldn’t decide if the suit was designed to fit like this or if it was a size too small, but either way her large, juicy breasts, rivals to Miele’s pair when it came to firmness and size, were bulging against the fabric, seemingly threatening to snap the entire thing in two at any second.

At the back, the suit left most of it bared, only appearing as a smell string which went over her hips from the front and down between her extravagant buttocks.

The suit reminded her of her own people’s style, but to combine that shape with this sort of see-through material was a novelty to her.

Apart from the revealing main-number, Karra also donned a pair of fingerless gloves which reached all the way up to her elbows, and a pair of boots that reached up to the knees, with the same type of set-up at the feet as Latifa’s, making Karra appear several inches taller.

Both the gloves and the boots were made from brown leather, which were darker than the suit and went very well with it.

Of course, since Karra had obeyed the first rule, thick streams of drying cum were glistening through the sheer material of her suit, with more of it trickling over the bared areas and other strands shimmering against the tanned, firm flesh of her long, nimble legs.

Miele’s eyes went wide and a smile appeared on her lips when Karra appeared before, dressed in her new clothing.

“From your reaction,” Karra began, “I take it that you like it?”

“Yes, quite so,” Miele replied, “a bit kitschy perhaps, but you still send out the message that you’re a girl ready to take on all cummers.”

“But enough compliments,” Miele went on, “I think that it’s about time that you got down on your knees and show me what you can do with your tongue.”

Doing as she was told, Karra dropped down on her knees so that she was facing Miele’s cunt, still as soaked with jizz as Karra’s own.

If there was one thing that her dreary days with the Kalim Devouts had given her, it was a high level of skill when it came to licking pussy, and Karra had Miele at the mercy of her mouth from the get-go, starting off by letting her pink tongue trail along the wet lips of her pussy, flickering it over the sensitive folds while her fingers caressed the passage from her cunt to her anus, teasing both of the holes.

As she stood on increasingly shaky legs and enjoyed Karra’s expert lapping at her cunt, Miele watched how Latifa had brought the two men with their cocks in her mouth to climax, letting the two turgid poles pop out so that the loads spewing out of them could rain down upon her smiling face, holding her tongue out in a lustful attempt to catch some of the rich strings of jizz flying through the air towards her.

While the two men dumped their ample cum-loads onto Latifa’s voluptuous presence, Miele had begun producing a long series of moans, her pussy growing wetter and wetter with each agile flickering of Karra’s tongue until, as Karra toyed yet again with her protruding clit, Miele let out a short scream and climaxed against Karra’s lingua, staining the Amazon’s face with the gelatinous fluids now gushing out of her drenched twat.