Cowan returns

Cowan was nowhere to be seen, Zalah noted as she entered the room. After draping the towel over a chair, she laid down on one of the divans and began to wait for him.
Hardly a minute had passed before Cowan appeared in the doorway. Zalah was pleased to see that his cock, now glistening wet, looked as if it had grown a few inches since last she had seen it.

“Perrima told me to say that she’s sorry,” Cowan moved into the room, holding two glass containers in his hands, “that she can’t join us tonight. She’s got an early morning tomorrow.”
“What, another business meeting?” Zalah asked.
“I guess so.” Cowan had placed the two containers next to his clothes.
“All work and no play she is, that girl. But I guess that can be a good thing, since it seems like she gave your cock quite a good working.”
“It’s a potion which she sells me, it adds a few inches and makes me last a little longer.”
“Really, I can imagine that there’s quite a market for a potion like that.”
“It would be, if the stuff wasn’t so damn expensive. I get a discount though, since I drop in on her a few times a week, to let her know that the potion’s working right.” Now, Cowan smiled again, still standing a short distance away from the divan on which Zalah was laying.

“You telling me that I’m not your first girl for the night?” Zalah grinned at him.
“You’re third, actually. But Perrima’s not one of the other two. She said that I would need all the energy that I had left once you got your hands on me.”
“Well, why don’t you come over here and fuck me then?” Zalah asked, pulling her legs up to reveal her pussy and asshole to Cowan, using two fingers to part her vaginal lips for him.

Smiling at Zalah’s sluttish behaviour, Cowan quickly sauntered over to the divan, and got down on top of Zalah, guiding his cock past the folds of her vagina.
Zalah felt a strong wave of pleasure hit her when the oil-covered cock entered her pussy. It felt a bit strange, but she supposed that it was another feature of Perrima’s brew.

Kneeling on the divan, his hands grasping hold of the underside of Zalah’s knees, Cowan began to slowly hump his hips against Zalah’s crotch, driving his member in and out of her cunt. He was quite used to having to go easy on a girl at first, giving her time to get used to his size before really letting himself go. Unbeknownst to Cowan, however, was the fact the fact that Zalah had no need of getting used to be big cocks.

“Harder, you little man!” Zalah suddenly cried out, wrapping her legs around Cowan’s waist and forcing him forwards while thrusting herself against him.
A first being taken unaware by Zalah’s forwardness, Cowan soon recomposed himself and set out to fuck her with all the strength that he could muster.

Even this seemed to be too little for Zalah’s needs, and the blonde slut cried out “Fuck me! Harder!” time and time again, urging the handsome thief on while meeting each thrust that he made with one of her own.

Despite her cries, Zalah was enjoying herself enormously, a jolt of pleasure being sent through her each time that Cowan would hurl himself against her. And she had to admit that Cowan was a better lover than most, even if he still seemed a bit shocked by Zalah’s behaviour.

The nature of the oil, Cowan’s skill and Zalah’s strong bias for big dicks meant that the blonde vixen was soon grinding her ass against the divan and moaning loudly as she climaxed.

Just as Zalah began to calm down, Cowan groaned loudly and shot a first rope of cum into Zalah’s pussy, the thief prone on top of her as the rest of his generously sized release of jizz was pumped into her tight slit.