Namaria and Zuleica show the clothes they will wear to the party.

‘Such a naughty idea…’ Laila purred as she ran her eyes over Dareios’ broad chest, which was shining with her girlcum. ‘I like it!’

After her excited statement the blonde was slow to get off of the table. But as soon as she managed to stand on her shaky legs, she walked up to Dareios as fast as her legs, and the dildo shoved past her twitching cinnamon ring, allowed her to. Once she stopped in front of him she buried her face between the musclebound stud’s shining pecs and began to eagerly lap up her own gelatinous juices.

Dareios' deep laugh resounded through the room as the ravenous brunette ran her tongue over every inch of his muscular chest to lick up her girlcum, of course Laila’s nimble tongue soon went a little…lower.

The Templar grunted in frustration as Laila’s tongue lapped up her own juices that coated his defined abdominal muscles, while slowly getting closer to his groin and hard, twitching monstercock but refusing to get closer. The brunette seemed to know how her teasing affected him and shot him a naughty look, the impish delight of it all clear on her face.

Luckily for Dareios the curvy brunette couldn’t stand teasing him for long, not with his cum-covered sixteen inch monstercock just a few inches away from her. So Laila rapidly moved her head lower, loudly slurping of the remaining girlcum from Dareios’ abdominal muscles before moving onto his groin, and eagerly lapping up the mixture of her gelatinous juices and his spunk. And when the brunette was certain that she had thoroughly cleaned the hung hunk’s torso of her own orgasmic juices, she shot a longing glance at the waving, rock-hard pussy-pleaser as thick globs of slimy jizz fell to the floor.

‘I’m guessing we’re not going to meet Namaria and Zuleica before you “clean” that up too, huh?’ Dareios mused aloud.

Laila grinned and shook her head. In response, Dareios sighed and gave a short, curt nod and in less than a second the cock-hungry brunette opened her mouth wide and slammed her head forward, swallowing more than half of the Templar’s fat, goo-covered cock.

Dareios growled in pleasure as Laila suckled on the first eight inches of his cock, slowly circling her tongue around the cum-coated shaft to lap up the warm, salty treat and moaning around the girth of his member as it slithered down her throat. But Laila needed more, and slowly stuffed the remaining spunk-covered inches of dickmeat down her warm, welcoming throat. After the top-heavy mercenary had succeeded in licking off the rest of the salty jizz that clung to Dareios’ cock, she slowly began to bob her head along the length of the Templar’s fat pillar of cockmeat.

‘I should have seen this coming,’ Dareios growled as he buried his fingers in Laila’s tresses. ‘I guess this means we’ll be seeing Namaria and Zuleica a little later…not that I’m complaining.’

Laila didn’t seem to listen as she continued to deepthroat the musclebound stud’s fat, throbbing monstercock, enjoying the taste of the remnants of salty jizz that still clung to the vein-corded shaft…Not that she had to wait long for more though, as thick globules of precum slowly began to dribble from his piss-slit and straight down her throat, and into her stomach. Now that Dareios’ dick was once again drooling salty and nutritious prejizz Laila shot him a naughty look, and began to throat his pussy-pleaser faster and more ferociously.

Dareios groaned as he watched his member obscenely stretching Laila’s throat while a mixture of her own spittle and his precum escaped the otherwise tight seal that her lips made. Muffled moans from the curvy mercenary, and more of Dareios’ groans filled the small room with the wet sounds of prejizz and saliva smacking on the floor mixed in. Despite the fact that the hung hunk had blown his load in Laila’s lovely rump just a few minutes ago the ferocious way she impaled her throat on his twitching meatpole, and the way she had previously teased him, caused an all too familiar churning in Dareios’ beefy balls.

It didn’t take long before a dark growl left Dareios’ throat, and knowing what would come next Laila slammed the entirety of the Templar’s massive prick down her throat and buried her nose amongst his pubes just as his dick started to expand. When the first hot, fat ropes of thick jizz geysered from Dareios’ distended cumslit she was, luckily, prepared and managed to swallow all of his thick goo, even though her cheeks swelled like a chipmunk in the process.

A few specks of spunk managed to escape the corners of Laila’s mouth as Dareios slowly came down from his orgasm however, but the top-heavy brunette simply wiped it away with the back of her hand and, after releasing a small, unlady-like burp, licked the warm, viscid fluid off of her hand and got to her feet.

‘Ready to go?’ she asked with a perky grin.

‘Yeah,’ Dareios replied, only slightly out of breath. ‘Ladies first.’ The Templar added, as he opened the door for the brunette.

‘You just want to look at my ass, don’t you?’ Laila asked while her grin grew broader.

‘Can you blame me?’ Dareios responded, as the shapely mercenary left the room…and he did indeed look at her juicy, extremely curvy heart-shaped butt with a grin.

Laila, of course, didn’t mind this one bit and shook her broad hips and shapely rump in an exaggerated fashion as the Templar followed her outside while carrying his pack. Dareios groaned, although the trip back to the dancers' house wasn’t terribly long, staring at the brunette’s ass was going to be quite tortuous…especially since he had to try and hide his obvious erection as they walked…

The walk back to Zuleica’s and Namaria’s place was indeed a slow one, if Dareios wasn’t having trouble moving thanks to the steel-hard prick sticking up from between his legs thanks to the way Laila’s was shaking her juicy buttocks, then he had to stop to press Laila against a nearby wall and passionately fence tongues with her. But luckily, they were finally here…

‘Damn it, I didn’t bring a key,’ Dareios sighed in frustration as they approached the door. ‘Do you happen to keep any lock picks in that travel dildo of yours?’

‘Unfortunately not,’ Laila shrugged. ‘But that might be a good idea for the future.’ She added with a grin.

Dareios sighed and knocked on the door, afterwards a window a few feet away from him opened and Zuleica said in a sing-song voice, ‘It’s open, and please come to the dressing room as soon as possible!’

In response Dareios shared a smile with Laila as he quickly opened the door, and both he and the brunette stepped inside. After shutting the door behind him, Dareios and the top-heavy mercenary quickly went to find the dressing room…and the Templar’s mouth fell open as he saw the two tall, curvaceous dancers in their new, skimpy outfits.

Namaria was dressed in snow white, which was a big contrast to her own flawless, caramel coloured skin. Her tremendous, perfectly rounded breasts were barely contained by a white bikini-like top, the small triangles of which just barely covered her nipples, with straps that looked like they were about to snap. Before he looked further down Dareios noticed how the dark-skinned dancer’s arms were encased in a pair of white, fingerless elbow length gloves and nodded his approval.

Then his eyes went back to her mountainous breasts as he examined what else Namaria was wearing.

As it turned out, not much more. A simple, slender silver chain was fastened around her waspish waist and from it hung an almost sheer piece of white cloth…nothing seemed to cover her backside however, and Dareios had to admit that he was disappointed about not getting to see the dark-skinned babe’s juicy rear. The Templar did like the sight of the thigh-high white stockings, with pink embroidery, though and the platform heeled white stripper sandals.

‘I take it you like my outfit at least?’ Namaria asked, while she did a little spin.

Dareios nodded after getting a sight at her full, firm and indeed bare buttocks and proceeded to turn his attention to Zuleica, after she loudly cleared her throat.

While Namaria’s clothing was purely silk and cloth and fabric, Zuleica had apparently decided to wear something a little naughtier…

Just like her partner she wore a pair of gloves, only hers were pitch black and went up nearly to her shoulders. Instead of the bikini-top Namaria wore though, Zuleica had put on a corset that covered most of her torso and titanic tits…But her breasts were still clearly visible through the heart-shaped hole in the black corset…albeit through the crimson strings that criss-crossed over the hole the garment and were employed to pull it close.

Also unlike Namaria, Zuleica was wearing underwear. Though it was just as effective at covering her soaked pussy as the sheer piece of cloth her partner wore, as the skimpy black thong simply didn’t cover much of her plump labia. Dareios eyed her snatch hungrily, watching with some interest as the straps rode high over Zuleica’s broad hips.

‘So,’ Zuleica began as she stepped closer to Dareios on her thigh black boots. ‘Do you think we’re ready for that party?’