Tonight’s forecast, a light shower

Eyeing Holsten intently as he jacked his big dick, Riolta again succumbed to the temptation of letting her nimble tongue dart across the cum-covered surface of her pouty lips, with her next act after that consisting of her dropping her jaw to have her mouth gape wide-open at the same time as she arced her back, a low moan flowing forth from the back of her throat at her ass being pushed tight against the cast-iron railing while her ginormous boobs were thrust out towards him.

The sight of Riolta on her haunches in front of him, patiently holding her mouth open while her gaze met his as dollops of her juices dripped down onto the balcony floor, was what prompted Holsten’s decision as to where to direct the first portion of his next release of jizz, the young stud fisting his cock one last time and then tightening his hold of it just as a long streamer of pearly balljuice billowed out through his cumslit, with Riolta batting her cum-catchers at him as the oncoming release of cum retained its relatively thin shape as the front of it smacked against her tongue and shot deeper into her mouth to hit the back of her throat, the black-haired vixen succeeding in keeping her mouth from closing as several seconds went by with the flow of cum from Holsten’s cock showing no signs of stopping.

Once the streamer of jizz had disappeared past Riolta’s spread lips in its entirety so that her cheeks were bulging somewhat from the amount of jizz now present in her mouth and her throat beating as she swallowed one small gulp of the creamy stuff after another, Holsten watched her close her mouth at the same time as he aimed the bulbous head of his cock a little higher.

Satisfied with where his cockend was aiming, Holsten gave his turgid fuckmast one deep pump and released a dark bellow that boomed across the patio down below as cum burst forth from his balls to exit his pisshole in copious pulses that first smacked against Riolta’s forehead, then landed in her hair so that the crisscross pattern of white already present in it grew thicker and a few of her silky tresses were caked together, before Holsten twisted his glans and made it so that her left cheek was suddenly doused with thick, viscid sperm that would slowly sink down onto the side of her neck.

Ferociously fisting his cumtube again while more jizz got ready to come swooshing out through his twelve-inch cock, Holsten groaned at the lustful glance that Riolta sent him, her lips still clamped shut as she continued to savour the taste and texture of his balljuice before letting it wash down her gullet, and then released another animalistic roar that belied his usual polite but awkward behaviour as more of his cum surged out into the open and went on to smack against Riolta’s glorious boobs with such vigour that not even their awe-inspiring firmness was enough to keep them from jiggling wildly as a long rope of his smacked against her cleavage and jetted its way upwards, shooting up in front of her face and up over her head before it ventured off and disappeared down on the other side of banister.

The serving girl that had handed Celia the cup of coffee had remained by her side, standing there with the tray still in front of her as she too glanced up at the balcony in an effort to get a good a look as possible at what was going on up there.

Celia had dressed for dinner by putting on pair of transparent stripper sandals and a sky-blue dress equipped with a plunging neckline that struggled to keep her nipples from slipping out into the open and slits on both sides that reached all the way up to her hips, and the serving girl’s gaze was drawn to her by the splattering sound that was the result of Holsten’s wayward bolt of cum landing right in her exposed cleavage.

As she stared in amazement at the deep, cum-glazed curvature of Celia’s cleavage, the serving girl felt something warm and sticky land on the top of her head.
A few tables away from Celia sat a mother and daughter, with the mother being a busty, auburn-haired beauty clad in a stylish and expensive but quite revealing dress, and whom had smiled suggestively at the actress when she’d entered the patio. The daughter looked essentially like a twenty-year younger version of her mother, right down to her curvaceous figure and the lustful smile that she’d directed at Celia.

The mother had been sporting a loving smile at how her daughter had been staring up towards the balcony when there was suddenly a loud splat as much of her daughter’s facial features disappeared underneath a thick stretch of cum that ran from the top of her forehead down across the centre of her face so that streaks of white were now present on her slender throat.

Turning their heads to look at the latest recipient of one of the thick burst of jizz that were raining down from the balcony, Celia and the serving girl both gasped at the four releases of cum that smacked into the table in quick succession, soaking the fine, white tablecloth as they landed in a line that ran straight from in front of the daughter towards her mother.

The fifth streak of jizz landed right in the half-empty glass of wine that the older of the two stacked women held up in front of her, the sixth one washed in between her bulging tits and left the skimpy top of her dress looking absolutely drenched, while the seventh one came just as she’d tilted her head to look up in the direction of the thick bursts of cum, with predictable results.

Having gulped down all of the jizz that had been sloshing about in her mouth, Riolta had begun to feel somewhat ignored by Holsten as he had pumped out one long streak of white over the railing after another, but that feeling evaporated in an instant when he brought the glossy, purple crown of his cock down to be aimed at her face once more, with the corners of her mouth going up and her pink tongue slipping out just as a cannonade of spunk erupted from him and smacked against her face, the throbbing of his cock combining with his building fatigue to ensure that his control of his steel-hard member was slightly diminished, which in turn meant that it moved about a little to leave Riolta’s already cum-blasted face adorned with four long ropes of gluey jizz that started just below her hairline and then travelled downwards across her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks to meet up on her chin.

Much like it had begun, Holsten’s cumshot ended with him unleashing a long, thin streamer of cum, this one being projected onto Riolta so that it first landed right between her collar bones before the whole of it attached itself to her so that it ran from there down between her huge, outthrust boobs, across her corset all the way down to the wet pinkness of her juicing honey box.

Getting back up, Riolta turned round and let out a delighted giggle as her leaning out over the banister allowed her to get a good look at the four women that had been hit by Holsten’s cum, all of which were now gawking at her, along with dozens more.
Naturally, she waved at them.

“Mmm,” Riolta purred a few seconds later, in response to the familiar sensation of something hard and rounded being rubbed between her asscheeks before it was eventually placed against her cinnamon ring, “shouldn’t you be getting tired now?”
“I am, a bit,” Holsten admitted.

“But not too tired to fuck my ass one more time?”

Turning her head to look past her shoulders, Riolta was met by Holsten shaking his head and smiling back at her.