the cube begins to filll...

Zalah squirmed in the transparent container, her delightful ass grinding against Tymon’s member. Impaled on the giant, heavy log, she could do nothing more than flutter her rectal muscles with increased intensity, sending sublime sensations up the thick pole. With superhuman control, the warrioress used her asshole to grip hard onto the fuckstick and grind against the meaty skewer, doing her level best to wring the owner of the club into climax.

As for the hot black prick in her mouth, Zalah’s slurpy suction had already done enough to allow the cock to relinquish its load. As she released the cock from her mouth with a popping sound, it bounced up and down for a moment against the lip of the hole and then a thick rope of sperm shot out of the tip, followed by three more hot blasts. The girls in the audience cried out in delight as the stringy ejaculate flew first backward, then forward and to the side, painting Zalah from above and landing in a massive display of silvery white droplets all over her face and hair. The audience were treated to the sight of Zalah swallowing the bulk of the sticky offering and letting the rest of it to spill from her mouth in huge globs, the residue dangling from her jawline and splattering onto her already messy tits.

Turning fully to face the audience, Zalah slid off Tymon’s huge pole. Then, back on her haunches, she reached her arms up against the side of her head, behind her, and gripped two slippery pricks with ease, directing both over each of her shoulders to point at the sides of her head. With a quick twist of her talented hands, she made both cocks cum simultaneously, the convulsing sperm-tubes each spewing forceful, horizontal jets that splattered out at such an intense trajectory that both of the thick, creamy emissions met in mid air directly in front of Zalah’s face. The wet splat painted her collarbone with pearly deposits as the cascading fluids spattered in her lap. Holding the tips of the long, spent rods as close in front of her nose as she could manage, Zalah connected the heads of the two cum-cannons together with a long, ropy string of sperm that drooped between them. The crescent-shaped angle it described matched her wide and wicked smile.

As soon as she had dispatched those two, more waiters joined the cube behind her, and Zalah squealed in delight as the multitudinous cumshots flew past her, the wads of sticky paste forming vertical lines of continuous white on the adjacent glass wall. Dribbling down, the new cumshots slowly began to coagulate in a gelatinous mass of creamy goo that settled on the floor of the box and gradually gathered. Before long, Zalah, kneeling, was up to her knees in cum. Her massive tits and belly were glazed in the slimy paste, and Tymon still hadn’t cum yet.

In the audience, the women watched with no little interest. Elissa had begun sucking Tymon’s cum from Zoelle’s gorgeous tits, and was smacking her lips over the jutting globes, slowly slurping the thick film of white from the blonde’s boobs and revealing the lustrous swell of her gleaming, bronzed breasts beneath. Zoelle mewled and moaned appreciatively, stretching her fabulous body, her long legs writhing underneath her as she luxuriated in the former courtesan’s ministrations.

A gorgeous brunette with a tattooed belly was jerking a waiter’s dick into a muscular black woman’s mouth on the first table, but neither of them could tear their eyes from Zalah’s display in the cube. Decorated by successive salvoes of jizz, gloopy strands of cum dripped from her ears like obscene earrings. Zalah began to laugh, a husky, hearty, chesty chuckle, as cum began to fill up the container to up to her pussy.