Zoelle takes on all of Tymon

Spitting the long piece of cock out of her mouth yet again, Zoelle grabbed on tight around its wide girth, and began to rub the bulbous head of the monumental tool against her heavy tits, proceeding with enticing slowness to smear the drops of Tymon’s pre-cum all over her rock-hard nipples, causing the hard buds to glisten with wetness.

After letting go of the massive cock for a moment, Zoelle spat onto her hand as she straightened herself up in front of Tymon, giving the muscular stud a smile just as she bent her back forwards and slipped her hand in past her firm, succulent thighs, causing quite a few women in the crowd to mutter approvingly at her actions.
Zalah, eager for another climax, had already began fingering herself again, and her efforts to overflow her cunt again was helped by seeing how Zoelle slipped two of her fingers up her asshole, the blonde vixen up on stage moaning at her own hand intruding into her rectum.

Rubbing his cock against Zoelle’s tits, Tymon grinned widely as he watched the woman in front of him close her eyes and utter one heartfelt moan of joy after the other as she moistened up her anal passage with thick gobs of her own saliva.
“Ah, Zoelle…” Perrima commented to Zalah, “always such a spirited girl!”
“Yes,” Zalah agreed, “I think that she’s preparing to give us quite a show.”
As Zalah spoke, Zoelle slipped her fingers out of her ass and spun round, presenting her fabulous derriere to Tymon.

Not wasting any time to press his cock forwards, Tymon bared his teeth as he thrust forwards into the wet tightness of Zoelle’s snug anus, the blonde woman in front of him gasping hard as the head of the massive cum-tube speared past her puckered bunghole.

As inch upon inch of his more than foot-long penis was rapidly introduced into the snug fit of Zoelle’s rectum, Tymon reached round with his arms to place his hands on her large, perky breasts, his thumbs rolling over her hard nipples while the rest of his fingers dug into the firm flesh of the two gargantuan orbs.

By the time that Tymon’s hips slapped against the taut globes of her ass, signalling that he had buried all of his fourteen inches of dick into her asshole, Zoelle was already busy fingering herself, having shoved three fingers into her pussy, stuffing the tight slit full.

“You know this spectacular slut?” Zalah asked Perrima, nodding her head at the show taking place on the stage.
“Somewhat,” Perrima admitted, “She’s the princess of a merchant house and of noble blood on her mother’s side. I’ve supplied her with potions then and then, and she’s commissioned me for a few paintings.”
“With your usual themes?” Zalah asked, though her gaze remained on the stage, just as Perrima’s.
“But of course. She modelled them herself, with the assistance of a few studs and whores, of course.”

Up on stage, Zoelle was moaning loud and sweating hard, drops of perspiration rolling down over her curvaceous body, as she savagely finger-fucked her self in rhythm to Tymon’s magnificent thrusts in and out of her tightly filled ass.

Tearing her gaze away from Zoelle for a brief moment, Zalah looked to her left, and saw that the woman sitting there, the huge-chested blonde in the spectacular silver-coloured outfit, was looking at her and smiling. Grabbing her chalice and giving Zalah a discreet wink, the woman then got up and walked across the floor to their table.

Without asking for permission, she sat down on the chair next to Zalah, opposite to Perrima, took a sip from the cum-filled chalice, and then gave Zalah a passionate kiss.

Letting out a muffled moan as cum washed into her mouth and the woman pressed her own tits against hers, Zalah quickly responded to the fiery kiss, eagerly tasting the cum while rubbing her cum-covered tits against the woman’s, thus staining the silvery material of her outfit with thick strings of pearly white jizz.

Breaking the kiss just in time to watch Zoelle scream out her climax up on stage, Zalah and the new woman both smiled at Perrima, who had watched them kiss in delighted silence.

Just then, before the woman had had a chance to introduce herself, Tymon let out a bellowing roar as he felt cum churning forth from his balls.

Taking her cue, Zoelle flipped round and dropped to her knee, Tymon’s cock shaking in the air as it was quickly extracted from her tight anus, and waited for his cumshot.
“Oh,” Perrima cooed, “this is going to be special.”

Her words were soon proven true, as a jet of cum that seemed to last for several seconds, the first of it having splattered against Zoelle’s forehead even before the last of it had appeared from Tymon’s pisshole, landed on the blonde’s face, covering her facial features in thick layer of cum that reached down from her forehead all the way to her chin, leaving only her cheeks bare. That first discharge of cum had been larger than most men’s entire ejaculations, but it looked to Zalah as if Tymon had more in store for Zoelle.

The second jet was aimed at Zoelle’s right tit, and the heavy orb soon disappeared under the copious amounts of cum, her erect nipple sticking up from the otherwise even and thick gloss of cum, while the third jet of cum did the same to her left tit.

The fourth and final discharge of jizz was aimed at Zoelle’s flat, muscle-ripped stomach, and it too proved enough to cover its entirety in thick whiteness, trails of cum soon reaching all the way down to her crotch and her thighs.

As the torrent of cum ended, Zoelle plunged her head forwards and sucked the tip of Tymon’s cock into her mouth, eagerly sucking on the massive knob while kneading her spunk-drenched tits against each other.