The appearance of Tymon, Amina’s partner

Zalah’s horny observation of the half-dozen women all serving the cocks of their respective men was interrupted by the sensation of Zoelle’s teeth closing in around her left nipple, an act which the fabulously huge-chested blonde merchant princess was performing as a result of the fact that she had begun to climax due to Soham still ramming his ever so hard cock in and out of her tight little wet slit, so that his hard pelvis was **** against the spectacularly sized, shaped and taut globes of her ass.

Climaxing hard, Zoelle pulled her back up from Zalah, her mouth letting go off the warrioress/slut’s thick nipple, and leaned her back against Soham’s rock-hard abdomen, allowing the dark hunk to shift his thrusts into the snug recesses of her cunt to go upwards rather than forwards.

Enjoying the sight of tiny beads of sweat running down over Zoelle’s body, the clear droplets of fluid highlighting the healthy tanned shade of her skin as they made their way down over the generous curves of her voluptuous, fit frame, Zalah smiled as she glanced at Zoelle’s face, which reflected the intense sensations of her powerful orgasm; her eyes closed while her maw was fully opened. The fact that Zoelle’s face, glimmering as it was in the sheen of the burning oil, was more or less covered with strings and gobs of Soham’s cum, as a reward for how spirited she had been in rubbing it all over Zalah’s monumental tits, reminded Zalah of the competition taking place in the room, and she turned her gaze towards the wall to see how the six contestants were faring.

Amina had already brought her man to the release of a generously sized batch of cum, and looked to be the only one to have managed to do so thus far, something which didn’t surprise Zalah, who was more than aware of the pros of having a ruby in such circumstances.

Since there were few in the world that Zalah cared for more than Perrima, it was only natural that she turned her attention to how the red-headed herbalist was holding up vis-à-vis her competition. All in all, Perrima looked to be doing quite well, her tongue still circling its way over the sensitive surface of her stud’s cockhead, with one of her hands jerking him off and the other playing with his heavy balls.

Exchanging a sultry, horny gaze with Amina, her face now positively covered in thick ropes of cum, Zalah watched how the buxom club-owner scoped up an ample amount of it and then roped it down into her mouth, before giving Zalah another dirty look, this time with a thin string of cum dangling from her bottom lip.

The line of five women on their knees in front of their respective men was an enticing sight, and Zalah couldn’t help but start to finger herself, to the backdrop of Zoelle moaning and hissing as Soham gave her one of his patented marathon fucks, and she soon had three fingers jabbing back and forth past her labia, watching Deja’s face contort into a wolfish grin as cum began to spew forth from her lover’s urethra, the thick white cock-milk arcing its way through the air to splatter first in her hair, then on her face and finally on her tits as she aimed the spastic dick lower and lower.
Watching the jizz begin to cover the muscular black’s impressive body, Zalah made a mental note to herself to turn to Deja first and foremost, should she ever been in the mood to be on the receiving end of a fisting, the curvy black slut looked to have all the necessary arm-strength needed to accommodate Zalah in such cases.

Not more than a minute after the coating of Deja’s upper body had begun, Perrima’s zealous licking and jerking was rewarded by a stream of cum being sprayed into her mouth as her man commenced his ejaculation, Perrima savouring the first convulsions of it in her mouth before pulling her head back and allowing the entirety of what remained to be administered onto her beautiful face.

With three down and three more to cum, Zalah watched the remaining trio of girls pick up their pace further, none of them holding any wish to finish last.

It was Devon, the dancer, which completed her “task” next, being rewarded for her spirited attentions to her stud’s testicles by him starting to shudder while uttering hoarse groan upon groan. Nearly missing the first jet of jizz that was spewed forth from the man’s pisshole, Devon got her head up in front of it in time to have the sperm hit her right chin, the skin and flesh of it bulging inwards for a second from the **** of the impact.

The rest of the considerable amount of pearly white was directed by Devon onto her bosom, the enormous orbs of prime tit-flesh soon turning into a shade much paler than their usual light-brown one.

Now, it was only Elissa and Celia left, and Zalah and the others watched on with interests as both of them were now bobbing their heads up and down on one length of cock-meat each, and both of them played with each of their man’s scrotums.

In the end, Celia’s tits paid dividends, for having thrust his cock up and down between them meant that her stud lasted less time than Elissa’s, even if the latter got her man to climax just a few seconds after Celia, but by then the actress had already had the first streams of cum land on her beautiful face.

“So,” Amina said, once all the men had finished ejaculating onto their women, “it is Elissa that is to surrender a penalty to us. But before that, I do believe that Soham would appreciate your undivided attention.”

Turning their heads as one towards Soham, they saw that he was still slamming the thick girth of his cock in and out of Zoelle’s pussy, the prestigious blonde vixen sporting a look that signified that her mind had ceased to function as a result of the long series of intense climaxes in rapid succession that Soham’s thrusts had introduced her to.

Zalah was still on her knees in front of the two lovers, and so as Soham retreated his hard dick from the depths of Zoelle’s drenched pussy, its tip was naturally aimed straight at Zalah.

Remaining completely still, Zalah allowed herself to smile when she saw the first release of cum come rocketing out from Soham’s urethra to fly through the air before landing all over her glistening pair of tits.

Several more jets of rich balljuice was shot from Soham’s cock onto Zalah’s hard, nubile body, before the dark cocksman turned his cock upwards while pressing Zoelle forwards, causing her stomach and tits to be hosed down with the remains of his load, which was larger and longer-lasting than anything that he had produced earlier that evening.

“Now,” Amina grinned once Soham had finished and stepped back from Zoelle, who had reacted to his distancing from her by slumping down in a sweaty, cum-covered heap onto the floor, “where were we? Ah yes, Elissa…”

“Aw, that isn’t fair, is it?” A male voice from the doorway interrupted Amina, and Zalah turned her head to get a peek at the newcomer.

What she saw was a man with dark blonde hair, a rough but perfectly shaped face, a tall frame which bulged with muscles, and an erect cock that at fourteen inches long dwarfed the six “normal” studs in comparison, and which even beat Soham’s impressive member with an inch or two.

“Really Tymon, how so?” Amina asked the newcomer, cocking her right eyebrow while sending a raunchy smile his way.

“Well, for starters,” Tymon responded, while striding into the room, enjoying the fact that every woman there was staring at him and his cock, “you started several seconds ahead of the others.”

Then, Tymon stopped in front of the still-kneeling Zalah, and grinned as he scrutinized her cum-covered presence.

“And secondly, you introduced a new member into out little gathering without letting me be in on it.”

Offering Zalah his hand to help her stand, Tymon’s massive cock twitched as he watched her stand up straight in front of him, droplets of cum falling from her curvaceous body every few seconds.

“Greetings,” he said to her, “I am Tymon, prime stud and co-owner of this magnificent establishment. And you are?”

“I’m eager to get a taste of this.” Zalah replied with a wicked smile, cupping the massive business-tip of Tymon’s dick with her right hand, “But my name’s Zalah.”