Zuleica’s ass is licked and fingered

“No more small talk then?” Dareios smiled as Zuleica kept one hand on his cock while licking his cum off the other.

“Uh-uh,” Zuleica shook her head whilst smacking her lips, returning Dareios’ smile before yelping happily as his strong hands grabbed hold of her hips and he shifted his own weight towards while rolling her over onto her knees, though she did release a soft moan of disappointment when she was **** to let go of his hard cock.

Wrapping her hands round the back of the couch, Zuleica moaned again, this time in anticipation as Dareios slid out of the couch and down onto his knees on the floor, his hands suddenly resting at the point where her thighs and hips met while his cockend was sticking up over the edge of the couch as he leaned forwards and craned his neck, getting a lustful sigh in return from the black-haired babe when he planted a soft kiss on the small of her back.

Purring as she felt Dareios work his lips further down her back, dragging his lips over her smooth, tanned skin whilst obviously aiming for her bubble butt, Zuleica proceeded to gasp and suck on her bottom lip when she felt his hands coming sliding up across her thigh before taking a firm hold of her buttocks, prying the two succulent globes apart to render her puckered cinnamon ring completely exposed.

“You’re so fucking nasty…” Zuleica complimented Dareios, after his face had disappeared in between her asscheeks and just before the tip of his tongue lapped at the narrow shape of her asshole. Rather than respond to Zuleica’s statement, Dareios chose to continue circling his tongue over and around her anus, savouring the horny whimpers coming from her as he did so, as well as how she was made to involuntarily sink her body forwards for a moment before realising that his meant bringing her ass away from his tongue and duly pushing it back up against him.

“Fuck, your tongue is inside my ass…” Zuleica groaned out as the tip of Dareios’ tongue pierced through her ringpiece, causing a jet of her clear ejaculate to smack against the seat of the couch, splashing against the crimson fabric of one of the cushion.

“I know,” Dareios grinned at Zuleica as he peered up over the generous swell of her peachy buttocks, his hands having returned to her thighs for the moment, not being able to resist the opportunity to tease her a little by pointing out just how superfluous her earlier statement had been, before proceeding to lean his head forwards and plant a sloppy, forceful kiss on the left one of her asscheeks, kissing it so hard that it left a mark when he pulled his lips from it.

“You really do love my ass, don’t you?” Zuleica’s voice was dripping with arousal as she looked back over her shoulder at Dareios’ hair and forehead as they appeared over her heart-shaped ass, his face and eyes still hidden behind her booty as he slowly kissed his way across her left buttock, teasing and licking its bronzed skin while beginning to need the firm mass of her buttocks between his thick fingers.

“About as much as you love my cock,” Dareios replied, casually, before prying apart the halves of Zuleica’s posterior and bombarding her gleaming wet asshole with a thick string of spit.

Zuleica then had to brace herself when Dareios drove his face forwards, burrowing it in between her spread buttocks, pushing them even farther apart whilst having the tip of his tongue make contact with her ringpiece once more, getting another wantonly lustful moan from her as he began licking her ass, the muscular stud doing so in a most ferocious manner.

“Yes!” Zuleica cried out again as more of her juices splattered down onto the couch, her nipples now achingly stiff and her whole body trembling and twitching as she remained on her knees, her arms bent as she maintained her grasp of the back of the couch whilst sending loving glances back towards the point where Dareios’ handsome face was obscured between her asscheeks.

Dareios got Zuleica to squirt several times more through his fevered tonguing of her ass, which he continued to do for quite some time, his chest sinking and rising and his cock leaking precum down onto the seat of the couch whilst his tongue swirled across her bunghole or pierced through it.

Then, just after Zuleica had released another shriek that shot across the room and sent more of her clear ejaculate bursting down against the seat or smacking against the backrest, Dareios rose to his feet and planted one knee on the couch before leaning forwards, snaking his right arm in over her chest while having the left side of his waist pressing against her right hip as he laid at an angle in the couch. Feeling something big, thick and rounded pressing against the underside of her left boob, Zuleica gasped when it dawned on her that it was the crown of Dareios’ cock, then gasped again when she felt two of his fingers come sliding up over the swollen lips of her sex, the pair of digits continuing to travel upwards until they came upon her slightly distended bunghole, which soon became further widened when he sank them in through it, showing his gritted teeth while making her cry out in bliss as the seat of the couch and the vein-corded trunk of his cock were bombarded with her honey.

After pumping his fingers in and out of Zuleica’s ass a few more times, each time being received with a lustful shriek and a hefty release of girlcum from her, Dareios slid the digits out through her asshole and slipped back, getting up to stand on his feet behind her, the flared, fat crown of his schlong pointing straight at her tightest hole.

When Zoelle awoke, it was to find herself alone in Zuleica’s and Namaria’s huge bed, the naked blonde immediately looking around her to see if she could see any of them, then shaking her head and grinning as she sat up in the bed and stretched her back, pushing her huge tits out from her curvy, slender frame while tilting her head back and releasing a long, contented yawn.

“I wonder where they ran off to,” Zoelle muttered to herself as she slid out of the bed, throwing a casual look towards the wide, deep wardrobes that dominated one end of the room before walking across the room completely naked, sending another casual glance towards one of the full-length mirrors, admiring her unclad form as she continued to steer her steps towards the opened set of doors leading out onto the terrace. This wasn’t the first time that Zoelle had visited Namaria’s and Zuleica’s home, and the statuesque blonde giggled mischievously as she thought to back to some of the things that she and the two sexy dancers had done to each other out on the terrace, in full view of their neighbours.

As she stepped through the doors, which consisted of glass panels held in place by a black metal framework, Zoelle smiled at how the rays of the sun hit her bare skin, her smile growing a little wider at how there was scarcely a cloud in the sky. Then, from behind her left shoulder, came the familiar sound of Zuleica screaming out in ecstasy. But just as Zoelle was about to turn to look through the glass doors leading from the roof terrace to the drawing room, something else caught her eye. To her right, on the other side of the street below, stood a house, two stories tall, slightly smaller than Namaria’s and Zuleica’s, and with a roof terrace that was pretty much identical to the one that she was currently standing on. There, reclining in a chaise longue, was a woman. Immediately, and despite the fact that she was about fifteen yards from her, Zoelle concluded that the stranger was definitely her sort of woman.

Blessed with brown hair that cascaded down her back in soft, long curls and with a richly tanned complexion that glistened as though it had been coated with oil, a distinct possibility, as it looked as though the woman was making the most of the morning sun, the brunette was also equipped with a discreetly toned physique, complete with long, agile limbs, a slender waist and a pair of wide hips. She also had a set of huge boobs that showed no signs of sagging, and which retained their soft, perfect shape even as she laid with her back and shoulders propped up on the sloping backrest of her chair.

Wearing only a pair of black stiletto-heels and a pair of purple sunshades to shield her eyes from the bright rays of the sun, the brunette had apparently spotted Zoelle to, as she’d now turned her towards her. Pulling her sunshades up to rest on her forehead, the brunette swung forwards to sit on the edge of her chaise longue, watching as Zoelle steered her steps towards the low railing that surrounded the terrace on which she was standing, bringing herself closer to the brunette.

“What a horny slut,” Zoelle purred when the brunette pushed herself a little further forwards to sit balanced on the edge of her chair whilst bringing her right hand down in between her spread legs, starting to caress her bald slit, while her left hand travelled upwards to start cupping and fondling her awe-inspiring pair of knockers.
Splaying the lips of her own juicing sex apart with two fingers of her right hand, and not paying any attention to the fact that there were people moving about on the street below, Zoelle kept her gaze fixed on the brunette as she pressed the two digits together and proceeded to stab them past her labia.

The sight of Zoelle starting to rhythmically pump two digits in and out of her pink, juicing snatch caused the brunette to stop teasing her own slit, and instead lean back, her right arm coming out as she reached for something on the small, circular table positioned on the far side of her long chair from where Zoelle was standing.

Zoelle released a horny gasp when she saw that the brunette had now gotten hold of a thick, alabastrine dildo that looked to be about a foot long. Flipping her sunshades back down in front of her eyes, the brunette held the fake cock in her right hand as she rubbed its rounded tip against the stretch of smooth, bronzed skin directly above her cleavage, her left hand clutching the edge of her seat as she ran the tip of the dildo down over the expansive shape of her left boob and across her toned midriff before shifting her hold of it and thrusting it up into the narrow gorge between her tits, at which point she released it from her grasp and brought her right hand down onto the chair as well, her arms pushing against the sides of her chest as the dildo was caught between her boobs.

Sighing lustfully, Zoelle slipped her fingers out of her snatch, her juices continuing to trickle down the inside of her left leg while she placed her right foot on the railing and leaned back a little, keeping her gaze fixed on the brunette whilst bringing the two digits that had just been in her honeypot up to her mouth and rubbing them against her plump, silky lips for a moment or two before stabbing them into her maw and feeling the taste of her own wetness on her tongue.

Seemingly inspired by Zoelle’s actions, the brunette retrieved the dildo from where it had been nestled in between her boobs, and raised it up to her mouth, letting it brush against her lips for a moment before parting them and having her tongue come rolling out from between to touch against the tip of the dildo. Zoelle then watched with a smile how the back of the brunette’s head dropped lower and her right elbow rose higher as she pushed the dildo into her mouth until finally it had almost completely disappeared in beyond her lips.

After having successfully deep throated the dildo, the brunette pulled it out of her mouth and leaned back until her back was placed against the chaise longue, the fake cock gleaming as it was now coated with her spit as she provided Zoelle with a first look at her juicy ass.

Having brought her right hand back down to her pussy, Zoelle watched the brunette placing the tip of the dildo against her ass, her position meaning that she had to hold it at an angle in relation to her balloon-knot asshole.

“She’d probably love Dareios,” Zoelle muttered in a naughty tone as she followed closely how the brunette spiralled the fake cock as she pushed it downwards against her cinnamon ring, straightened it out in her hand as she **** further and further into her anal tunnel.

“Fuck!” The brunette suddenly cried out, the desperately aroused exclamation being the first thing that Zoelle had heard her say, as girlcum squirted out of her hairless sex when she’d managed to spear about eight inches of the thick dildo in through her widened bunghole.

From that point on, the brunette had seemed to forgot all about Zoelle as she instead focused wholly on ramming the fake cock in and out of her ass, getting herself to squirt time after time, her sweet ejaculate being sprayed over her thighs and raining down onto the terrace floor as her glistening, voluptuous frame trembled from the mounting **** of each new orgasm, until she finally collapsed backwards, her generously sized chest heaving and her legs spread to allow Zoelle to notice how the dildo was buried to the hilt past her tiny rosebud.

“Good morning,” Namaria suddenly called out, and Zoelle turned towards her, finding that the ebony-skinned dancer was standing between the opened which were mounted horizontally onto the terrace floor, almost at the top of the staircase leading down into the kitchen.

“Enjoying yourself?” Namaria added, grinning at how the stone floor around Zoelle’s feet had been made darker by the juices that had come gushing out of the blonde’s pussy as she watched the brunette fuck herself with the dildo, a libidinous moan leaving Namaria’s mouth as she spotted how Zoelle’s toned legs were also amply coated with her clear ejaculate.

“She’s new here, isn’t she?” Zoelle asked, nodding towards the prone brunette on the other side of the street.

“I think so,” Namaria replied, after she’d stepped up onto the terrace to look in the same direction as Zoelle, “But it’s kind of hard to recognize someone just by looking at her ass…”

“I suppose it is,” Zoelle murmured out, the busty blonde taking in the revealing outfit that Namaria had on, already having begun to saunter towards the dark-skinned, top-heavy minx as she noticed how her huge tits filled out her top and how her bald, pink honeybox was gleaming with wetness above the black stockings that hugged her long, shapely legs.

“Breakfast’s ready,” Namaria giggled out as Zoelle slipped in behind her and pressed her tits against her back while placing her hands on her hips.