Telila demonstrates why she’s been so successful

As the sea-captain groped the Madame’s juicy arse, he could feel the smell of sex, the mixture of sweat, cum and her own juices reeking from her voluptuous frame, the tell-tale signs of a long night filled with carnal excursions.

Inhaling vigorously, Samson experienced how his large cock started to fill with blood as he stood pressed against Telila, the elf now having moved her hands to his ass, and treating his buttocks much the same as he was treating hers.

The fact that Samson was a high-paying customer, bringing over two dozen men with him to her establishment, endeared the burly sea-captain to Telila, and so she decided on why her establishment had been the one recommended to them.

Letting go off Samson’s arse, Telila moved her hands up to the top of his chest and began undoing the strings of his tunic, widening the neckline.

Unwilling to release his grip on Telila’s butt, Samson was nonetheless quite eager to find out what the buxom brunette was planning for him, and so lifted his arms up to allow Telila to slip the garment over his head, thus baring his bulging abdomen.

After kissing each of his hairy pecks, Telila lowered herself down onto her haunches, running her mouth over his ripped stomach to leave a thin trail of saliva upon it.

Several of the sailors gulped or licked their mouths as they watched Telila unbuckle their captain’s belt.

“Oh captain!” Telila exclaimed once she had pulled forth Samson’s club-like cock from his pants, the long pillar of meat being thick and hard, and crowned with a glistening, peach-sized head.

Clasping all of her nimble fingers around the cock’s trunk, Telila lifted the heavy prick up to her mouth and planted a soft kiss on Samson’s pisshole.

Telila parted her maw wider and allowed the top of Samson’s member to slip into the wet recesses of her mouth, while several of her whores now approached the group of men.

The sailors viewed the presence of the whores with an incredible degree of excitement, for if their Madame was willing to behave herself in such a sluttish manner, there was no doubt that she had only the most promiscuous of harlots in her employ.

“Gods!” Samson cried out as Telila moved one of her hands, no longer needed to hold the cock since her mouth was by now chirping in on keeping it steady, from the pillar of cock-meat to his balls, cupping the nut-sack and nimbly shifting her fingers against it.
Bobbing her head up and down the length of Samson’s cock while teasing his testes, Telila was certain that the man wouldn’t be able to contain himself much longer, and so she intensified her oral attentions to his member.

The eagerness with which she pursued her first taste of his cum was soon rewarded with Samson dropping his head back and groaning hard through gritted teeth, the sea-captain’s balls throbbing obscenely as they began to churn out his jizz.

As Samson’s semen shot into her mouth, Telila had pulled back so that only the cockhead remained thrust in behind her lips, and now she allowed herself to taste the salty balljuice before swallowing it down.

Some amounts of it however she allowed to gush out over her lips, covering the bottom one in a glossy sheen of white.

After planting another kiss on Samson’s pisshole, Telila smiled up at him.

“I hope that you’re not going soft on me just yet, sailor-boy!” She teased him.