Riolta’s magic finger

“Tell me something,” Riolta had somehow managed to rise up to stand on her rubbery legs, her entire body sore and limp after the monumental sequence of climaxes that she had just been subjected to, “is that spell you put on me still active.”

Raya, to whom Riolta’s question had been directed, slapped the drenched dress against her hard belly and offered the archeress a lewd grin.
“Why don’t you stick in a finger and find out for yourself?” Was Raya’s reply, one which made Vaino and Ojo alike to turn their heads and glance at Riolta, waiting to see if she would adhere to Raya’s suggestion.
Moving her right hand down to her slit and proceeded to slip one finger past her honey-dripping labia, and collapsed onto the while letting out a girlish yelp, the entering of the digit into her sex having proved adequate for her to climax once more.

“So, what’s that… her twentieth orgasm during the last two minutes?” Vaino wondered aloud as he watched Riolta return to writhing on the floor, her gargantuan knockers jiggling and wobbling in the appetizing fashion possible as she bucked against the finger propped into her slit.
“What can I say?” Ojo said with a mocked smirk, “I’m just that good.”
“Please boys,” Raya cut in, her voice soft and seductive, “you’re interrupting the show.” As if she was motivated in keeping them from further banter rather than soothing her own need to feel their cocks against her skin, Raya placed one hand one each of the men’s members and stretched her digits wide in an attempt to reach around their width, a mission which was doomed from the start.

Her dress hanging around her waist, standing wide-legged to neutralize the danger of it sliding down her legs, a result of the added weight of various fluids, Raya kept moving her ravenous gaze from the pair of cocks quite literally almost within her grasp to the sight of Riolta heaving and sweating on the floor, her perspiration mixing with the ample deposits of ball- and slut-juice which were already present on her body from top to toe.

“Alright my handsome studs,” Raya cooed at her two lovers, “be good by staying here and keeping from cumming until I get back.”
With that, Raya rushed past Riolta’s twitching frame, the archeress having failed to withstand the lure of pushing her finger into her cunt once more and thus triggering yet another orgasm which threatened to knock her out cold, and on to the point where Riolta’s clothes were scattered.

Picking up the snug-looking and revealing attire which Riolta had worn when she had first laid eyes on Ojo and Vaino, Raya carried it with her back to the two hunks.
At first fitting one of the pair of long, fingerless gloves onto Ojo’s cock, the dark man groaning as if to signal that he found the touch of black leather against his penis to be most enjoyable, Raya then used Vaino’s member as a pole around which she could swirl Riolta’s skimpy top.

Having carried out her self-imposed task with utmost delicacy of touch, so that each man had fabric wrapped around his cock just tight enough to put pressure on it but not hard enough for it to become uncomfortable, Raya proceeded to the coup the grace.

“Feeling good?” She light-heartedly asked Ojo and Vaino, before trying her hand at making the men cum by manipulating their balls.
Raya’s attempt was as instant hit, as evidenced by the heavy sloshing of jizz onto the articles of Riolta’s clothing, Vaino’s ejaculation proving to ferocious for the top which was rocketed off his cock to arch its way through the air, barely missing Riolta’s prone body.

His cum-cannon swaying back and forth and releasing enough balljuice to cause a puddle forming at about three feet’s distance from his cockhead, Vaino was too busy gasping at his own orgasm to notice how the glove slid off Ojo’s cock to hit the floor with a loud splat, although Raya soon made herself busy by fitting the second glove onto his throbbing, cum-spitting cock, the glove proving as snug a fit as its predecessor in the role as improvised cum-container.

“There,” Raya told Riolta, dropping a cum-filled glove onto her flat, taut belly, “we’ve prepared your clothes for you.”