The Countess takes every inch

The three men in front of the countess were shivering in delight and expectation as she bit her lip, savouring the last of her orgasm. Zdenyek had successfully made her sweet pussy pop, but it was the elusive anal orgasm that she now desired. With his stiff pole hammering into her gorgeous ass, it was only going to be a matter of time before she climaxed there as well. Juices roped from her slit onto the deck below.

Emmanuella’s eyes glimmered with mischief, looking at the three cocks compressed together in front of her, visibly pulsating as one slick mass of seething, vein-mapped cock.

The next thing that happened would have to be magic, the men reflected. No human could take so much meat in their mouth. One girl had dislocated their jaw back at Cyrus’ establishment just attempting to take Kullus on alone one time, so he knew from experience.

Perrima was looking over with interest, signalling that she wanted to know whether her incantation was going to be successful. Miele’s sucking of her clit only seemed a faint distraction, although the megaboobed whore between her legs was obviously enjoying herself, as the slurping and smacking sounds demonstrated.

The Countess raised herself up as much as possible, arching her back so that her huge boobs exploded out in front of her, circular nipples barely concealed underneath the black x’s on her tits. Lovingly stroking the underside of her mega-tits, she looked lewdly up at the men over the billowing cleavage.

Staring at her, the men seemed to be impressed. Their rigid erections disgorged a luscious gout of precum that dripped down their combined 36 inches of shaft in a lurid display. The Countess needed no further invitation and commenced to swirl the stream of precum around her tongue, lips, cheeks and face, blowing bubbles in it and greedily swallowing it down.

At length, Emmanuella moved her back grinned at the sight, now connected to the thick length by the slippery, translucent ropes of bubble-infused precum. Then the men noticed the corner of the smile begin to extend. Amazed at what they were seeing, the men stared, transfixed, as the edges of the Countesses’ lips began to get larger, intruding on the flesh of her cheeks to an unnatural degree. Emmanuella’s smile was now positively beatific, but then it became darker and more wanton as her lips extended across her face. There was indeed magic at work.

Reaching out her long-gloved arms once again to the three strong tree of turgid fuck meat in front of her, the countess wrapped her hands as widely as possible to encompass as much of the root of the trio of cocks and hold it steady.

When she had got her mouth as wide as humanly possible Perrima saw the Countesses’ cheeks flare open, and her jaw distended and opened up even wider. Emmanuella looked like a snake about to devour an enormous egg. At this point her lips stretched with supernatural elasticity and she slowly plunged her head downwards.

With a sound of suction and a slurp in one, Emmanuella’s magically enhanced jaw and lips stretched, completely absorbing the three angry cockends that were clustered on the top of each seething shaft. Slowly, she enveloped the smooth, apple-sized trio of cockends in her mouth as started to sink the meaty pillars of veiny fuckmeat down her gullet. Gulping, gagging noises filled the air as she wrestled the triple towers down her throat, her pillowy lips consuming inch after incredible inch of her prize.

A mingled flood of saliva and precum cascaded from the underside of Emmanuella’s chin as she continued her slide down the three rigid poles, now impaling her throat on the collection of cocks. The awesome determination of the Countess was unfathomable as she wrestled the hard, slippery columns as far as she could, jiggling her face from left to right in an effort to snag as few more precious centimetres, which slowly became inch after inch of turgid fuckshaft slowly passing down her neck.

She began to bob up and down on the cock-sandwich, each time managing to penetrate a little deeper, getting the meat a little further down her accepting throat. By the time she had reached half way, a steady flow of intermingled precum and saliva started to gush once more from her bottom lip, flooding out each time she plunged further and further down. A stream of the juice dripped from her chin down onto the tips of her large, tanned, glistening breasts, the sticky aggregation of fluids that slithering slowly down onto her firm belly and thighs.

The three scrotums that now protruded from her mouth and hung down over her chin were beginning to inflate like over-filled balloons, the pressure building up in each of the men’s sacks all too visible.

They were going to explode.