Analised on the balcony

‘Fuck, I’m messy,’ reflected Riolta, inclining her chin downwards to survey the cum-decorated state of her body, her collarbone speckled with white beads, her bulging right boob more copiously slimed with hot jizz than her left one, with four thick straight stripes of the creamy stuff glistening upon the deeply tanned flesh of the massive, spherical, supercharged orb. Each of the lines were resting on the uppermost slope of the astoundingly curvy mound and stretched all the way over her boob, the thick, viscous lines webbed between the massive orb’s underside each stretched to attach to the shiny exterior of her corset that was clasped around her waist rather than doing a corset’s traditional job of holding up her breasts, but her huge, glazed globes were projecting enormously out of top of the garment. Lines of Holsten’s semen were strung vertically across the black shiny material, some of which were hanging down to touch against her shaved pussy.

‘Help me up, you fucking horsehung stud,’ Riolta said, and Holsten was now long beyond the point where he had to wonder whether she was referring to him or not. Reaching out him arms, Riolta allowed him to clasp hold of the long, shiny, fingerless black gloves that she was wearing and get her to her feet.

As they stood for a second, more or less face to face considering Riolta’s natural height and the killer heels of her platform-soled, stiletto heeled thigh-highs, Holsten was able to properly survey the cum-carnage that he had done to Riolta’s face. Her forehead was sufficiently glazed so that none of her skin could be seen. Her hair was streaked with silvery lines and little pearly globules stuck out here and there in her raven tresses. Both her eyes had been blasted copiously, so that small webs of semen were clinging, suspended from both of her thick, expansive eyelashes, with some strings of cum hanging between her eyebrows to her high cheekbones. Jizz was dripping from the tip of her nose with amusing regularity.

‘I know, I know,’ said Riolta, ‘I’ve got a fucking omelette of your cum on my chin.’

‘I wasn’t going to say anything,’ said Holsten.

‘And your hot jizz piled on top of my cum-catchers and dripping from them.’

‘Cum catchers...?’ queried Holsten.

‘ Eyelashes,’ said Riolta.

At that moment, a thick rope of cum dislodged itself from her chin, smacked against her left boob, slowly eased itself off the massive orb and slithered off the underside, where, as luck would have it, it smacked against the smooth head of Holsten’s dick, where it dangled off the tip. Since Holsten’s huge cumstaff was still alarmingly rigid, the thick, meaty organ was still pointed more or less at the ceiling.

Riolta couldn’t resist the temptation, and licked her cum-covered lips, keeping her eyes inclined downwards as she said, almost experimentally: ‘now would you like to analise me on the balcony?’

Holsten groaned and a bolt of precum surged out of his tensing cumslit. On its way upwards out of his cockend, the streak of gluey fluid tagged the long rope of semen that was dangling from the meaty, curved crown and took hold of it, the two entwined strands spinning upwards, turning over and over on themselves until the flailing wads of hot ooze smacked directly into Riolta’s face, where they dangled from a chin.

‘Back where they started,’ said Riolta, shooting Holsten a naughty glance, ‘and I’ll take that as a yes.’

With that, Riolta turned on Holsten and proceeded to walk over the other side of the room, around the bed, the huge-breasted slut going over the window large bay windows and throwing them open with an expansive gesture before sashaying out into the slowly fading sunlight.

It was a clear, warm evening, and Holsten couldn’t help but admire Riolta’s astounding confidence as she braced herself against the rail and looked out over the hotel’s gardens, clad in her slutty attire and with cum plastered onto her chin.

Down below, Holsten knew, supper was being served on the patio. Riolta leaned over the side, her succulent, awesomely curvy booty projecting behind her. Her slender, boot-clad legs were straight.

Holsten decided not to wait and scrambled out, vaulting over the bed to get behind Riolta on the sun-drenched balcony. He smacked his cock between her asscheeks and sawed it up and down the cleavage of her sensational glutes. Riolta responded by sinuously winding her body against him, and suddenly, with a swift jiggle, his cockhead had slipped inside her asshole. Holsten had no clue as to how she had accomplished feat, and Riolta did nothing except sigh as if she were melting.

Holsten looked down and saw his fleshy fuckmast protruding obscenely from Riolta’s asshole, the steel-hard veiny rod lodged in her tightest hole. At this point Riolta turned her head and looked back over her shoulder, looked at Holsten, looked down at her ass, and looked back at Holsten. Then she shrugged.

‘It’s just practice,’ she said.

Then Holsten made her charmingly unconcerned face contort into a snarl of sensuality by sliding his hips forwards to insert the footlong tube of throbbing flesh that stuck out from his groin past her rectum. His groin was flush against her firm, peachy asscheeks, as Riolta turned away from him and abruptly screamed out into the gardens.

‘FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!’

There was a clanking of cutlery and the tinkling of plates from beneath them, as when the echo of Riolta’s scream had died away, reverberating back from the garden walls, Holsten sensed a clamour beneath him.

Only dimly aware of the consternation that the shout had prompted on the patio beneath, Holsten heard a general hubbub of noises from below, but there was nothing so very interesting at the moment as what he was doing, which was increasing the pace of reaming the megatitted superslut’s asshole, pounding his cock into her anal passage and making the flesh of her taut buttocks vibrate and jiggle.

‘FUCK ME IN THE ASSHOLE YOU MONSTERCOCKED STUD!’

Riolta paid absolutely no mind to the people below her that were craning their necks up and shielding their eyes from the sun to look at her as her asshole swallowed the cast-iron pillar of flesh that Holsten was ramming into her. Most of them could only see a pair of huge, firm tits protruding from the top of the rail.

A young, very beautiful serving girl (the most exclusive hotel in Tharros hired female staff only on the scale of their attractiveness), with a good level of concentration and a very steady hand saw a rope of white fluid fall from the underside of the pair of knockers and drop into the coffee on the tray she was holding with a plink. She caught the eye of the woman she was serving, who was a famous and astonishingly gorgeous actress called Celia, who also saw it drop. The two women locked eyes, and then Celia winked at the serving girl.

Without changing her demeanour, the serving girl placed the coffee in front of Celia, who took a spoon, stirred the coffee, and reclined her chair to look upwards at the show.

By this time, Riolta had spun, got on her haunches, and rested her gloved arms across the banister behind her. Holsten was in front of her, fisting his cock furiously, pointing it at her face.