Olivia

Olivia then stands up, pushing softly her companion back. The noble priestess sits in my lap, facing me, while Gabriella's hand takes my cock and guides it slowly into her mistresse's cunt, now perfectly well lubricated by the servant's caresses and her own desire. Olivia's thighs press my hips and she begins to ride me, offering her bouncing tits and their red and erect nipples to my lips, tongue and teeth. Behind her, Gabriella doesn't waste her own time: her tongue teases my cock coming in and out of Olivia's cunt, then enters the secret valley between her mistresse's round buttocks. Olivia's moans increase when she feels her asshole penetrated by the **** girl's tongue. Gabriella had at hand the flask of liquid soap she had used to wash me. She takes it back, rubs her fingers with soap and introduces one of them into the little orifice. Olivia impales herself more and more deeply on me with each blow, while I feel, through the tender flesh I penetrate, her anus invaded by a second finger, then a third, then a whole hand.

Fisted from behind by her **** girl and fucked in front by a manly Roman warrior, Olivia explodes with pleasure and falls into my arms, panting against my chest for some time. Noticing with satisfaction that I'm still not exhausted, she then turns and sits again on my knees, this time her back on me. Her little hole, carefully prepared by the servant's hand, gets impaled on my ready cock. And the ride starts again, while I grab and squeeze Olivia's tits and Gabriella, kneeling in front of us, devours her flooded pussy.

My lover yells and explodes again, this time in concert with me who send waves of sperm into her widened ass. When I ungrasp her tits, she slips from my knees and falls, caught by Gabriella's arms before she hits the floor.

"You did it very well, my girl," she whispers, kissing softly her servant on the lips. She then stands up again, having retrieved all the smiling comeliness of a perfect aristocratic lady.

"I'm done," she says, with a smile and a gesture of her hand towards me, "I think I will go to my room and sleep till the hour of the festival. If you are still hungry, you can use Gabriella again, or call Martha."

And, picking her dress up on the floor, she leaves the room with a graceful walk.