Kira gets inside Gore’s pants

Noticing that Kira had yet to notice that he produced the key on account of her being fascinated with the crosier, Gore smiled at the sight of the hot blonde’s bubble butt filling out her tight dress and tucked the key back in under his shirt.

“You may,” he said in response to Kira’s question, slowly moving towards her but keeping his gaze on the shape of her ass, “but not right now.”

Kira felt a faint pang of disappointment upon hearing Gore’s answer, but if quickly faded away as she sensed him standing close behind her, his massive frame dwarfing her much smaller one.

Instantly hit again by her arousal, which was so much more intense than anything she had ever before experienced that she would have suspected that something was amiss if not for the fact that her mind was clouded by the ****, Kira allowed herself to squeeze out a dreamy moan as she felt Gore’s hands come down on her exposed shoulders.

Smirking at the way in which the busty beauty was moaning at even the slightest touch of his, Gore went on to slowly run his fingers along her shoulders until he came upon the straps of her dress. Grabbing hold of those, he began to pull them off her shoulders and down her arms, with Kira helping him out by raising her shoulders so that he could get the straps off her.

As a result of its straps being pulled down, the tight black mini-dress had slipped down to reveal Kira’s breasts, and Gore couldn’t resist the temptation to reach round and cup them, noticing that they were too big even for his huge hands.

Grinding her ass against Gore’s legs, Kira couldn’t believe how good the crime lord was making her feel just by working her nipples, his thick fingers manipulating the two erect buds which made her already drenched pussy grow even more wet, to the point where her thong was thoroughly soaked.

After caressing Kira’s large nipples for a little while, and enjoying the way in which doing so caused her to squirm and moan, Gore resumed getting her out of her dress, and soon enough he had it bunched up around her waist.

At this point having genuinely forgotten all about the crosier, and about her husband, Kira leaned forwards and allowed Gore to watch how she slid her dress down over her glorious derriere, and now it was his turn to groan as he realized that the back of her thong was much too thin to fully cover her puckered asshole.

Stepping out of the skimpy garment to stand before Gore in just her thong and high heels, Kira turned round and flashed him a very sexy smile before getting to work on undoing the buttons on his shirt, with the crime lord admiring the way her unsupported and uncovered breasts behaved as she leaned forwards slightly in order to carry out her task.

Undoing Gore’s tight shirt, Kira was so busy admiring the way in which his powerful muscles rippled against his skin that she didn’t even notice that his chest and stomach was not the same colour as his face and underarms until after she had gotten the shirt completely unbuttoned. While those parts of his body were dramatically split between dark black and pale white, his abdomen was graced with a golden tan.

“How…?” Kira asked, her voice sounding unusually sluggish due to her aroused state.

Rather than to answer Kira’s monosyllable question, Gore grabbed one of her hands and moved it down to his crotch, which resulted in her letting out an impressed coo as she felt his hard cock through his pants.

Overcome by a desire to see Gore’s member and to weigh it in her hands, Kira greedily hurried to get his pants undone and then pushed them down to have his cock jut out into the open.

Gasping at the sight of the footlong member, which was thus just as big as her husband’s but probably a couple of inches shorter than Zair’s, Kira noticed how thick it was and how precum was oozing out over its purple head, and she instantly grabbed hold of it and gently pushed it down against her sex, with Gore admiring her lustful grimace as she pressed it harder and harder against her dripping wet slit until the front of her thong was in danger of being swallowed up into it.

Gore now took control by once more turning Kira around, with the buxom minx sounding like a bitch in heat as his precum leaked out onto her back while he grabbed hold of her thong and tugged it upwards so that its front disappeared in between her puffy, glistening labia.

Cruelly abandoning Kira to stand on unsteady feet, Gore stepped out of his pants and told her to wait there while he took care of his face and arms.

Pouting as Gore left her behind, Kira obediently moved over to his bed and sat down on it, sipping her drink as she eagerly waited for him to return, her gaze wandering from one lewd piece of art to the next. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that the crosier was what she had come there to get.