Zoe’s new costume

Zoe’s new outfit turned out to be a very stripped-down version of the sort of animal skin leotards that jungle heroines of old had worn. For one thing, it wasn’t made from animal skin and it wasn’t a one-piece, but a top and bottom made from a semi-transparent, seemingly infinitely stretchable material, but it was leopard-patterned.

The outfit might have been quite amazingly flexible in its makeup, but it still seemed to Ian as though Zoe’s physique was pushing it straight to the edge of what it could handle.

First off, the thin top, which was shaped a bit like an hourglass, seemed to ripple with each step that Zoe took, the knot on the front which held it together bouncing precariously in front of her cleavage as the whole thing threatened to burst open and allow her ginormous boobs to be revealed in all their gravity-defying glory.

Zoe’s bottom, meanwhile, was so thin and such a tight fit that the end result of her wearing was the most severe case of camel toe that Ian had ever seen, and the ridiculously well-endowed stud felt his heart flutter as he realized that he could make out every single detail of her slit through the strained fabric of her tiny thong.

Apart from her thong and top, Zoe was wearing a pair of stiletto-heeled shoes, with the straps which ran over her feet being clad with fuzzy leopard-print fur but the ones which ran up her calves in an intricate crisscross pattern being a simple, shiny black.

It was obvious that Zoe had taken a quick shower during the few minutes during which she had been away, partly because her hair now looked like a single mass of glowing gold and partly because thick drops and ropes of jizz were no longer gleaming against her lushly tanned skin.

Gina let out a muffled noise when Ian’s reaction to seeing Zoe’s new outfit was to squirt out a thick dollop of precum which shot through her mouth and smacked into the back of her throat.

“Zoe, you’re here!” Candy greeted her most promising pupil, the cum-glazed brunette secretly having hoped that Zoe would be delayed long enough for her to have another go at having Ian’s rigid pole of fuckmeat rammed in and out of her until she was thrown into the same state of euphoria that Gina was only slowly coming out of.

“Wait over there, would you? We’re getting the next scene set up, and I need to coach Ian before we can get started.” Candy explained to Zoe.

Zoe then looked as though she was torn between simply walking up to Ian and continuing on from where they left off and standing still and obeying her teacher’s instructions, with Ian noticing the scorching hot look that she sent his way as she moved one step forwards and then stopped dead in her tracks.

Still, even if she had enough respect for Candy to do as she said, Zoe couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease Ian a little, which she did by turning around so that he could stare at how the narrow back of her thong rose up from between the cheeks of her juicy ass, the slutty blonde teen going on to bend forwards to show Ian that the back of her underwear was of such a negligible size that it didn’t even cover all of her asshole, with the flimsy strap of fabric stretching itself straight across her cinnamon ring so that plenty of the circular muscle was left completely without cover.

“Girls…” Candy’s calm command caused the small crew to resume setting up the next scene, with all three of them looking hot and bothered as they rushed to get everything in order.

“So,” Ian addressed Candy, while Gina kept bobbing her head up and down on his cock, taking the first five or six inches of his vein-ridged member into her mouth before pulling back so that only the head of it remained locked behind her red, ripe lips before driving herself forwards again, “what kind of coaching do I need?”

“Nothing much really, this scene takes place after you, as Zartan, have banished the evil Ivory King and is about your newfound love Jane rewarding you for your heroism and for liberating her from her inhibitions by having insanely intense sex with you all night.” Candy clarified.

“Right,” Ian nodded his head, not thinking that he needed his motivation explained to him any further.

“You don’t have much dialogue, but just try to act manly and decisive…” Candy’s voice died down as she spotted that Gina had slipped Ian’s cock out of her mouth and was using both of her hands to pump his foreskin up and down.

Gina’s intention had been to jerk Ian’s dick a little and to decorate it with a few gobs of her saliva, but she was kept from doing so by Candy, who recognized that here was an opportunity to get her male lead free and available in time for the cameras to start rolling, and who jumped on it by jumping Gina, wrapping her arms around her neck and forcing her to relinquish her hold of Ian’s gargantuan cum-tube as the two horny sluts fell to the ground.

As they lied there with their ample bosoms pressing together and with Candy’s straight legs resting between Gina’s bent ones, the two women began to kiss at first, then to moan into each other’s mouths as Candy began to grind her wet pussy against Gina’s soaked one.

“Giselle,” Ian talked to the cum-stained brunette as he watched Gina and Candy swap saliva while rubbing their slits together, “I think you’re our new director.”