A night on the town

As Zalah cried out in pleasure at her intense orgasm, Perrima slowly raised herself up to stand in front of her blonde lover again, smiling as she saw up close the way in which Zalah’s face was contorted by the intense sensations caused to her by busty herbalist’s eager lapping of her tight, sopping cunt.

Panting hard as small beads of sweat rolled down over her flat, effeminately muscular stomach, Zalah leaned forwards until her heavy tits were mashed against Perrima’s equally heavy orbs, the latter of the two vixens smiling naughtily when she felt the stiff nipples that crowned Zalah’s spectacular breasts dig into the soft skin of her tits, and placed her slender hands on the buttocks of the redheaded slut’s heart-shaped derriere.

Having recovered enough from her mind-blowing climax to kiss her lover, Zalah felt the taste of her own juices as they were swapped from Perrima’s mouth to hers, some of the gelatinous strings staining her lips while others were washed down her throat.

“I had forgotten what a complete slut you are…” Perrima whispered steamily into Zalah’s ear, while her hands roamed over the firm sides of the blonde’s hips.
“Really honey…” Zalah grinned wickedly at Perrima, her voice still uneven and husky after her powerful orgasm, while positioning her right hand so that her index finger was pressed in between Perrima’s full buttocks, the nimble digit rubbing against her puckered asshole, “do you expect me to believe that you could forget something like that?”

To stress her point further, Zalah sucked one of the tendrils of her juices that hung from her lush lips into her mouth at the same time as she pressed her index digit forwards against Perrima’s anus, nearly forcing it past her sphincter.

Zalah’s actions caused Perrima to moan under her breath, and the lusty redhead obediently allowed Zalah to gently push her backwards until she laid splayed-out over one of the two divans.

Ravenous for the taste of pussy, Zalah quickly squatted down between her friend’s legs; her head leaned down so that her nose was now but a mere couple of inches away from Perrima’s sopping wet pussy.

With Perrima shivering in anticipation of what Zalah would do to her, Zalah took a deep breath, relishing upon the musky scent of her lover’s arousal.

Leaning further downwards until her mouth was pressed against the mound of Perrima’s wet cunt, Zalah caused the redhead to sigh with lust as she ran her tongue over the thin patch of pubic hair, matting the strands of red hair with her saliva.

By the time that Zalah had worked her way to glistening folds of Perrima’s hole, Zalah had already slipped two fingers into her own pussy, rubbing her own passage while her tongue began to pleasure Perrima’s delicate hole.

Focusing her attention on Perrima’s pierced clit, Zalah quickly made the busty herbalist writhe against the soft surface of the divan, the redhead playing with her own nipples, squeezing and teasing the unusually sensitive buds while revelling in the lustful sensation of Zalah tonguing her tight hole.

When Perrima climaxed, Zalah was busy ramming two fingers in and out of her own pussy, the thumb on the same hand being used to tease her clit while her tongue slithered all over the length of Perrima’s gushing slit, Zalah now greedily licking up the fruits of her lover’s climax.

A few minutes later, the two lovers lay on the divan, Perrima having straddled Zalah, their cunts and mouths glistening from the generous amounts of cunt-juice that had flowed out during their climaxes.

“Do you want we need to make this reunion even more enjoyable?” Perrima said to Zalah, while playing with one of the blonde’s massive jugs.
“What?” Zalah replied. Even if she did have some ideas of her own, she didn’t want to spoil Perrima’s fun.
“Cocks!” Perrima cried out, enthusiastically. “Big, fat cocks being thrust into us while we scream our lungs out. By all the gods, I still get all wet and slippery at the mere recollection of seeing you being on the received end of a six-man cumshot!”
“Yeah,” Zalah chuckled softly, her eyes taking on a glossy sheen as she recalled some of the things that she and Perrima had done before, “alright, let’s head out on the town!”

Five minutes later, both of them had donned their outfits, to it would be a hard stretch to claim that either of them had done much to “clothe” herself:
Zalah had pulled on one of her absolutely skimpiest outfits, consisting of a pair of meticulously decorated metal plates that she had placed over her nipples, even if the metal disks were not wide enough to cover all of her wide areolas, a silver-chain that ran over her slender waist, and from which hung a leaf-shaped metal disk that covered her ever-wet crotch.

As for Perrima, she was wearing even less; a thin gold-chain around her waist, connected to another chain that ran up over her belly and in between her breasts up to her throat, where it connected to a tight-fitting gold-necklace was all that she wore, leaving virtually of her nubile body bare for all the world to see.

Both of the women wore stiletto-heeled shoes that highlighted their fit calves, but Perrima was the only one who chose to wear a cloak, draping herself in a ruby-coloured little number, while Zalah instead hung her sheathed sword over her right shoulder.

Neither of them was carrying any gold with them, partly due to the fact that there was nowhere on them that they could keep it (well, Zalah could think of two places, but both of them would cause her to walk funnily, and it would prove a hassle to extract the money from them), but Perrima maintained that finding other ways of paying for beer and wine was all part of the fun.

Smiling naughtily as she heard Perrima advocate her case, Zalah followed her down the stairs and out onto the streets. She was pretty certain that Perrima would lead her to the Kettle, but perhaps the buxom redhead was planning something else for them?