There's just one thing

“Right,” Linden nodded and started moving towards the door.

“Before we go,” Zalah interrupted him, the alluring sound of her voice prompting to turn round and gulp hard at the sight of her standing there, hands on her hips as the silver of her incredibly skimpy outfit, at this point consisting only of the belt around her waist, glistened along with the cum which had been blasted onto her smooth, tanned skin earlier on so that ropes of the pearly fluid sparkled against her tits and her stomach, “there’s just one thing…”

“What?” Linden asked as he felt his cock tearing at the fabric of his tight trousers and noticed that Miura too was looking at the blonde superslut, a dirty, expectant smile plastered onto the cum-blasted brunette’s beautiful face.

“Well,” Zalah’s purr came as she proceeded to slowly saunter towards Linden, advancing on the well-hung musician as though she didn’t have a care in the world and placing both of her hands on his thighs once she was close enough to him that her ginormous boobs were brushing against his chest, with him gasping as her left hand on his cock meant that he’d just released a bolt of cum in the direction of his knee, “I want to see it…”

“What?” Linden repeated his previous question while being so awestruck by Zalah’s raw beauty that he hardly noticed how she was now inching him backwards towards the door.

“Your big, drooling monstercock,” Zalah giggled at how her announcement drew a strangled groan from Linden and caused his right leg to twitch involuntarily while he leaned forwards so that his chest was pressed against her boobs, “I want to see it.”

“Here’s a little tip for you to remember,” Zalah continued as Linden persisted in producing throaty groans at how her hands came up and quickly and deftly unbuckled his belt before making the process short with buttons of his trousers, even if the considerable bulging brought on by his cock made them quite hard get a hold of, “skip the trousers from now on, at least when I’m around…”

“Because,” Zalah suddenly took a step back and retained her confident smile as she watched the flaps of Linden’s trousers slide further and further apart without any assistance from him, “seeing your fourteen-inch pussy pleaser and your juicy, cum-churning bull balls makes my slutty pussy all wet.”

As if to prove her point, Zalah moved her right hand down across her firm belly and then allowed a lustful sigh to blossom out of her mouth as she slipped two fingers into her soaked quim, leaving Linden to groan again as he finally took hold of the waistband of his trousers and began pushing them down towards his knees, only having to slide them down a couple of inches before his colossal fuckpiece came bursting out into the open.

Miura was finger-fucking herself as well as she watched Linden’s cock quiver in the air for a few brief seconds before it coiled up to release a huge jet of precum that smacked against Zalah’s boobs, making her gasp and her gloriously full breasts jiggle.

“Good,” Zalah extracted her fingers from her dripping snatch and used them to pull apart her vulva and expose the pink innards of her sex to Linden, “now loose the shirt.”

Moments later, Linden’s shirt was sailing down towards the floor.

“And the trousers,” Zalah’s demand resulted in Linden’s trousers and his boots lying abandoned on the floor in no time, after which the handsome musician stood before her without a single thread on his bed.

“There, that’s much better,” Zalah remarked upon Linden’s state of undress, her right hand rubbing against her foaming slit, “now I get to watch your cock jut about all the way back to Sapphire’s office.”

“Unless something happens along the way…” Linden smiled as he began to get a grip of just how insatiable and promiscuous the blonde currently gazing libidinously at him really was.

“What, are you suggesting that I’ll stop you when we’re about halfway there, bend forwards and demand that you fuck my ass or something?” Zalah shot back, her voice never faltering as she painted Linden a picture which resulted in a precum suddenly having been glued to her forehead and her hair.

“I’d say it’s my turn next,” Miura cut in from where she was leaning across one of the tables, her hand still stroking her pussy, even if she’d stopped fingerfucking it.

“Want me to get your asshole nice and wet first?” Zalah instantly replied, turning her head to look at Miura so that the next projection of precum from Linden ended up glued to the right side of her face.

Despite everything, the trio’s journey back to Sapphire’s office didn’t evolve into a threesome along the way, though Linden still enjoyed himself immensely as he found himself flanked on each side by a gorgeous, busty vixen, with Zalah and Miura both keeping one hand on his almost achingly hard prick, working together to stroke the throbbing pillar of fuckmeat so that they left a trail of precum behind them.

As they came within sight of the door leading to Sapphire’s office, Zalah and her two new playmates all became aware of the excited cries coming from behind it, and it was all that Zalah could do to keep from throwing herself at Linden and instead lead him closer to it until she could use her free hand to push down the handle and open the door.

Not bother to peek inside the room before entering it, Zalah felt Linden’s cock swell up in her hand and then heard the sound of the plume of his precum hitting the wall in front of him as all three of them turned to look at what was happening by Sapphire’s desk.

There, Thorgal was occupying his mistress’ large chair, sitting leaned back in it as she straddled him, his massive cock lodged as far up her slit as it could possibly go, leaving only an inch or so of it to appear below the wet, puffy lips of her quim, almost being obscured by the obscene pulsing of his meaty balls against his large scrotum as she shivered and screamed on top of hip, her labia convulsing as her huge boobs were mashed against his chest and her was thrown back far enough that she could look up at the ceiling if she only managed to open her eyes.

Recognizing that Sapphire was currently lost in the throes of what seemed like an immensely powerful orgasm, Zalah decided to simply enjoy the show for now, her hand still placed on Linden’s cock as she took in how the left one of Thorgal’s thick, strong arms was wrapped around Sapphire’s back, disappearing in under her mane of lustrous brown hair, while his right one was positioned so that he could keep one of his fingers buried inside her anus as he pumped her pussy full of cum.

Zalah finally let go of Linden’s steel-hard cock when she heard another set of feminine cries coming from the adjacent room and thought that she recognized the blissful screams as they shot out through the arced doorway, quickly scampering across the office to look inside the bedroom and smiling when she noticed that the other woman that had been sleeping on it had now disappeared and had had her place taken by a gorgeous, voluptuous redhead who was currently positioned on her knees and elbows on the bed, her juicy ass thrust up into the air as the man who was standing behind her on the bed thrust his cock in and out of her asshole.

“Perrima,” Zalah smiled as she recognized her friend, her own pussy aching as she watched thick streams of girlcum suddenly burst out from her redheaded lover’s bald, pink snatch to rain down onto the dishevelled bed, “you nasty slut.”

“Speaking of nasty sluts…” Zalah said to herself a few moments later as she turned back round to find that Miura had taken advantage of her absence by getting down on her knees in front of Linden and slipping his fist-sized cockend into her warm, wet maw.