Anonther cum shower

Yira’s intoxicating climax almost made her insensible to the situation around her, and her caterwauling shriek was so horny and lust-filled that the sound actually served to make one excitable member of the audience cum in their trousers.

But that particular man wasn’t the only one who didn’t have control of his load at that moment. The manic pulsation of Galashiel’s throbbing tool currently sending shockwaves through her rectal passage gave her urgent affirmation that she was going to have to disengage her alarmingly distended anus or risk getting blown clean off Zalah’s back and clean into the stratosphere by the **** of the ejaculation.

With this in mind she commenced inching forwards, every second revealing another portion of Galashiel’s thick, vein-raddled dick, its girth probably equalling the circumference of four generously-sized normal men’s dicks put together. Slowly she exposed more and more of the awesome pillar of hot flesh, which, just as it disappeared from her tight tunnel, was slowly filling with cum. Finally, the meaty, bell-shaped head slid agonisingly slowly past her sphincter with a slurpy sound of suction and a brisk, almost comedic ‘pop’.

Maxime, Odila and Viveka, having seen what Galashiels was capable of, were now ready for anything. Viveka was standing up in front of Zalah and Galashiels, her black, thigh-high, cum filled boots squelching as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Cupping her gorgeous mounds, lifting her nipples to her mouth and licking cum from them was her way of turning Galashiels on in the hope of coaxing another ejaculation of comparable size, something she now longed to achieve. Next to her, Odila’s jacket was now nothing more than merely two wet flaps of cloth that hung over her awesome, cream-covered body. She had her arms firmly wrapped around Maxime’s slender waist, who’s busty, cum-frosted tits were poking over the tip of her soiled negligée, which had started the evening black and now was mainly white in colour.

It was Zalah, who had control over proceedings, however, Galashiel’s balls still lodged securely in her anus. As Yira dismounted the warrioress and walked on extremely unsteady, bow-legs to where the three other whores were standing, Zalah, with some help from Galashiels began to twist and writhe on the ballsack so that instead of facing the floor she instead faced her lover, and was able to wrap her supple, tensile tested legs over his waist. After this was accomplished, the monstrous penis lay from its root at her sopping pussy like a thick pipe all the way up the sculpted muscles of her abdomen, bisecting her giant tits and coming rest with the head squarely against her face. The dead weight of the heart-shaped member actually crushed her nose a little, making the sloppy secretions of pre-cum smell all the more pungent.

The humongous head of cock pressed flush against her face, Zalah brought her hands up to the sides of her huge tits and squeezed them together against the rigid pole that rested on her torso. At this, Galashiels cried out in exquisite pleasure, and the gorgeous blonde cumslut could feel the ridged tube spasming and thrashing against her body as the cum surged out of it.

More like a fountain this time, gallons of pearl-coloured cream flooded from the dick, once again splattering the shrieking girls in semen. This time they fought among each other to catch it between them, jostling like starlings in a nest at feeding time. In the end, it didn’t matter as there was more than enough to go around for everybody. Their fit, curvy bodies slathered in hot cream, connected to each other by sticky lines, gloopy strands of semen rolling down their sexy bodies.

This time they shared with each other instinctively licking the cum from each other wildly and feeding it back to whoever it came from, Yira collecting and spitting it into Maxime’s face.

By the time Zalah had managed to disengage herself from Galashiels and righted herself, crouching on the cobbles in front of the whores, she was honestly unable to tell which one was which, apart from by the outlines of their clothes.