Zalah rides Zair

‘They’re the biggest balls I’ve ever seen,’ said Zalah, eyeing Zair’s heavy testes, ‘and I bet they’re just full of creamy cum. I swear each one’s as a big as my head.’

It was not an exaggeration. Zair’s cock was immense by anyone’s standards. But his balls hung off him like over-ripe fruit from an extremely bountiful plant.

Zalah moved forwards and knelt in front of Zair. She used one of her hands to cup the underside of the massive bollock. ‘Fuck,’ she exclaimed, with a husky gasp, turning round to look at Perrima, ‘there’s no way I can even get my hand around it.’

The swollen sack pulsed in her hand, its warmth making her palm hot. Then she put her hand underneath the other one and weighed them. ‘It’s like a feeling a bit titted girl’s boobs!’ she giggled.

Commandingly, she stood, and pushed Zair so that he went flat against the bed. ‘I’m gonna ride you,’ she said.

At this, Zalah swung her leg over Zair’s body and planted it back on the floor, reversing her body, so she was facing Perrima who was still standing near the door, her ass hovering over Zair’s midsection. Both of her hands were now wrapped around Zair’s mammoth cock. One of them held the base of the thick cum tube steady, then there was a gap of a few inches of vein-corded fuckmeat, and then Zalah’s other hand was curled around his glossy crown.

Zalah positioned her pussy so it was just above the towering pillar, and then sank down, pressing her slippery pussy lips against the now-drooling cockend. When the head of the cock was firmly pressed into her quim, she drove her groin down so that her hungry snatch gobbled up inch after inch of the hard meat, enveloping the pulsating fuckstick in one go, filling her sopping honey-box to the fill.

Her hands, which had been holding Zair’s dick still, now came to rest one on each of his weighty testes, the warrioress pressing firmly down on each of them, sinking into the pillowy softness of his cumfilled balls, the heavy glands resisting a little as they were **** into the mattress. Both her arms were now straight and supporting her upper torso, her big tits heaving between them.

‘You like?’ said Perrima.

Zair, his eyes crossing in transports of ecstasy, wasn’t able to answer questions, Zalah’s steaming pussy having short-circuited his motor functions. Zalah’s eyes rolled into her head as she bit her lip. ‘Oh yeah,’ she said, beginning to rock up and down on the towering phallus, the blonde-haired slut milking the cock remorselessly.

Perrima was fingering herself ardently, and then walked forwards. First she started to tongue-swap with Zalah, and then she licked her way down her friend’s body, nibbling over her busty mounds, down her belly, and finally settling on her knees at the juncture of Zalah’s pussy and Zair’s cock, and began to lave her tongue all over the circumference of the test subject’s capacious globes. Each of them was now swelling up dismorphically, especially as Zalah had begun to ride Zair hard, bucking up and down and shrieking her orgasm. This meant that her already tight pussy was now clenching spastically against the hard dick, accompanied by and increase in her slick, gooey girlcum frothing from her well-fucked twat.

‘What sort of effect are we testing to see if this stud can produce?’ gasped Zalah finally.

‘I double-dosed him,’ Perrima giggled, ‘although he didn’t know that until now,’ she said, finishing the statement by smacking a big kiss on each of Zair’s balls, ‘my suspicion is we’ll be doing well to get out of here alive. He may drown us in cum!’

At this, Zair began to groan much deeper than he had been doing.

‘I think he’s trying to tell us something,’ said Zalah, clambering off Zair, and getting next to Perrima on her knees in front of Zair.