Yes, turning this night into a wild ride.

Rose reaches up and clasps a hand around Daiane. Her heart paced rapidly as her grip tightens. Still whinging, but with a mix of **** and passion, Rose bites her lip and nods her head vigorously.

Everything Yvette could ever want is now hers. Replanting her knees, she prepares to feel the all-too-rare moment of the entire length of her cock getting swallowed up. She pulls back, then pushes in, and a silent pop is heard, before the rest of her cock disappears.

Rose's eyes roll up, while her body flares from another climax, her voice trails into incoherent moans and gasps while Yvette pounds away, cautiously at first, but with each satisfying thrust, her lust takes hold, and all she can think about is the glorious sensation of the warm wetness gliding along her neglected membrane before her balls slap against Rose's skin. It was beyond relief.

Daiane watched with jealousy at her lover's enjoyment. She looks down at the silly faced girl, imagining Rose's mind is already claimed by Yvette's cock, and will beg and thirst for her. 'With the right training, she can master Yvette, and she can take her anytime my love wishes it.' Daiane smiles at the thought. The future second wife of Yvette is here. A tear forms in her eye. It is simply too beautiful.

Daiane moves forward, still holding Rose's hand, for her sake, and kisses Yvette. The two lovers passionately make out, while Rose only has the view of Daiane's wet pussy to block Yvette's relentless thrusting, which provided a small comfort to her as it meant that she did not have to see Daiane's mischevious smile. It was beginning to annoy Rose.

Yvette's movement were progressively getting faster. Each second outside of Rose was a moment the cool air touched her cock, and wanted back inside. With each thrust she wanted it to linger inside just a bit longer before pulling back.

There was that flash, a little something that reminded Yvette of all those times a concubine spread their legs while Daiane was egging her on. In this moment, a little bit of home came to her, and remembering just how carefree she was, how wild and virile was (more than she is now), Yvette, for one final drive, let aside all concern of Rose and just wanted to cum. Her hips moved relentlessly.

Daiane could hear Yvette's breathing. "Yes, love. Do it. Make her yours." Daiane celebrates.

Rose could feel the short and fast movement bellowing inside her. All her self-control disappears, and her voice gives way in high-tones. Yvette's cock wasn't just pounding into her, it was now pounding the furthest reaches of her womb.

"Ye...s...yes...fu-u-uck me...e..." Rose yells. If there were people in the rooms next to them, they would no doubt hear what's going on.

Rose came, a sudden burst of shockwaves echoed throughout her body, tightening every part of part of her. But it wasn't over. Her body lingered, hovering over the sweet spot where her body squeezed and tightened, the rush of adrenaline. With each swift thrust Yvette moved into her and touched her deep within, a renewed life washes over her as she climaxes again.

Yvette lunges into Rose, faster, faster. This wasn't going to be like Daiane's blowjobs or the half sex they had at home while Daiane was carrying. This was everything she had missed from home. Yvette gives one final push, and her cum rockets out into Rose, her white hot mess squirting in large spurts while the rest trapped inside inflates Rose's belly. Cumming and cumming still, Yvette must have remained in this state for at least two minutes.

Yvette hugs and bites down on Daine's neck to keep herself from passing out. A small hicky marked Daiane's neck while the two held each other.

As for Rose, she finally got her rest when the last drop of cum squeaked its way out of Yvette, small, but it rippled in with the rest. She releases Daiane and rests her hand on her stomach. It jiggled like a small pond moving against the touch of a tossed rock. This was Yvette's cum, and it was inside of her, bloated and thick.

Rose giggles in her loopy gaze. She turns and fixates from one part of the room to the other, as if they were all sliding around her. Among the twinking stars of her vision, Yvette's cock formed, sparkling in and out of focus. It burned into her mind, the image of Yvette standing there in her costume while her cock willed itself towards her. She would be ready to submit to it.

Rose was in absolute heaven. The intense and prolonged excitement left so much in joy within both partners. Yvette felt one final shiver of cum pour out before retracting herself from both Rose and Daiane's warm embrace. Daiane stood up, to take a look at the new member of their family. As the first wife of Yvette, the tribe's rules dictate she will be the head woman of the family, with varying exceptions, but Daiane was nevertheless intrigued by the notion another woman will be present in their lives. To Daiane, this was the beginning of something great, and she could not be happier.

Yvette pulls her cock out, and the two watch as the cum rolls out, flattening her belly with each ounce that pooled onto the bed sheets. Rose liked it; a nice gooey wetness that tickled her in just the right way. She closes her eyes, and feels Yvette leaning down to kiss her neck while Daiane drinks and licks the cum off both the bed and Rose's sweet bud.

It wasn't long until Rose slips away into a deep slumber, and sleeps off the rest of the night together, much to Daiane's annoyance.

"Seriously? We just started!" Daiane complains. "These city women, they could not last after cumming several times!"

The current situation still remianed, unfortunately. Daiane turns to look at Yvette, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed with her hard-on still on full display. Only one woman could do something about it, and Yvette's lust was through te roof after her first true climax in half a year. Daiane's work was far from over.

After helping to relieve Yvette of her stress seven more times, the two finally collapse onto the bed, Yvette passes out into a slumber, surrounded by the two women that gave her a magnificent night she won't forget anytime soon.

...

Daiane wakes up first to find Rose was gone. At first, she thought Rose was taking a shower, but her missing personal effects and the trail of cum leading out the door suggested she left without so much as a written note. Daiane knew she had a day off, so what was the reason she would disappear?

She wakes Yvette, who shook Daiane off and returns to her nap.

"For the ancestors..., Rose is gone!" Daiane shouts, but Yvette groans and rolls over.

"She's probably out for some fresh air..." Yvette mumbles.

Daiane scoffs, and throws on her dress and walks out. Within the cool hallway of the hotel, Daiane could smell the stuffy carpet and drywall that is accompanied with the often overpowering dose of air freshner. But amidst this complicated scent, she gets a whiff of Yvette's cum and Rose's nectar.

Daiane kneels down and takes quick breaths. Its stronger. Looking down, she sees a small streak coming out of their room and down the hall. Rose must not have cleaned herself when she left, and the gooey leftover mess from their night must have dripped out of her as she left. Daiane crawls on all fours to elevator, making sure the scent remains consistent. A janitor passes her, looks at her curiously, but then shakes his head, ignores her.

Daiane follows the scent all the way to the elevator. A thick glob of Yvette's cum dried in the corner of the elevator. Going down to the lobby, the carpet still contained hints of it all the way to street, passing the bewildered entry guests. After that, however, the scent was lost. Had this been the jungle, she could have followed Rose as far as seven city blocks. The trail unfortunately stops as the cloudy weather drops its dewey droplets against the city, washing its streets with a new, warm scent that butts in against the of smell motor fuel, used cigarette butts, and the funk of thousands of individuals. Rose was gone.