The busty one

Considering your options as you allow your gaze to wander across the eight beautiful women, all of which seem suitably eager to be the one you pick, you note that their reactions to having your eyes feast upon are slightly different.

While the two young, slim girls in gold and red tunics both seem quite nervous when you look at them, the big-chested blonde meets your gaze with a brazen one of her own, her full lips forming into a smile when she spots how you go on to admire her ample chest.

For a moment you consider choosing a second Nubian, or Aleejah the lithesome teen in her dragon-skin whose ass had felt so firm in your grip, but every time you look at one of the other women you find your gaze returning to the busty blonde, your cock aching as you imagine what she’ll look like once you’ve gotten her out of her thin, low-cut dress.

Having made your choice, you step up to the busty **** girl and place your hand on her arm to signal that she’s the one you want.

It comes as a surprise to you when her reaction to your touch is to pull herself closer to you, her enormous breasts pressing against your breastplate and her hands rubbing the point where your neck meets up with your skull as her tongue darts into your mouth.

Regaining your composure, you begin to kiss her back just as she lifts up her right leg and hooks it around your left one, pulling herself even closer to you so that her sex is rubbing against your crotch as her tongue moves around in your mouth.

You can hear the happy, lewd comments that your comrades are making about how lucky you are to have picked such a wild woman as the kiss comes to an end, but you only manage to muster a weak smile in response to them as you extract yourself from the woman’s embrace and grab your hand around her smaller one.

Leading her back into Drax’s room, you let go of her hand and hurry up to the bed to see how Maluba is doing. You’re relieved to find that her face seems to have regained its normal colour, and that her sweat-covered body seems stronger now as she writhes against the bed’s sheets, although you guess that she’ll need some more time still before you can expect to receive your well-earned reward from her.

Shaking your head and smiling at how your gaze has moved down to admire the way in which the triangle of cloth fits snugly to Maluba’s sex, you turn back round again and see that the busty blonde is standing a few feet away from you.

“Is she going to be alright?” She asks you, and you nod your head in reply.

“Yes.”

“Good,” she bares her white teeth in a lovely smile and then pulls her thin white dress up over her head, apparently in a hurry to bare herself completely to you.

Admiring how her tits jiggle as she throws her dress aside, you find that the blonde is even more breath-taking when naked than she was before, her body having an almost perfect hourglass figure that’s dominated by the narrow curvature of her waist and the generous swell of her bosom.

Like before, she shows no shame or embarrassment about how you’re looking at her, and her hands remain pressed against her thighs as she gives you a chance to fully feast upon the sight of her nakedness.

You’re reminded again of how stiff your cock is as you take in the erect state of her nipples and how her legs are spread slightly to expose her sex, and before you know it you’re moving towards her.

This time its you that’s holding her head as you engage in another long, fiery kiss, her breasts now completely unprotected as they press against your breastplate once more.

Moving your hand down across her back, you marvel at how firm her ass feels when you cup a first feel of her buttocks, not as tight as the ass covered in black leather, but plenty tight and much easier to get to.

Grabbing hold of your right hand, the blonde guides it into the narrow cleft between the halves of her ass until it brushes against her asshole.

Never having considered that as something of an erotic area before, you carefully begin to rub the tip of your finger against her sphincter, and are almost instantly rewarded for your efforts by her moaning into your mouth, and then you end the kiss and let go of her again.

“What’s your name?” you ask her as she begins to strip you of your armour, remembering that it might be good to know that before bedding her.

“Zanya,” her reply is followed by another lovely smile as the first parts of your armour ends up on the floor.