Perrima has to go, but leaves Zalah a little something

Zalah and Perrima carried on for hours, exploring each other again as if it were for the first time. Moving around in the room, they fucked each other over and over again, experiencing climax after climax. They shifted the role of the dominant one between them, the other one offering her complete submission and compliance to the other’s every whim.

Currently, Zalah was posing as the weaker one, leaning over a table with her legs spread wide apart, Perrima behind her, slapping Zalah’s taut, perfectly shaped buttocks with her hands, only stopping the **** to finger the blonde tart’s glistening asshole every minute or so.

The “punishment” was heavenly to Zalah, who moaned in delight with each slap, savouring each dirty little phrase that Perrima leaned forwards to whisper in her ear every once so often.
“Excuse me, mistress Perrima?” A voice called out from behind them.

Turning her head to look behind her shoulder, Zalah could see the young shop-girl, Kara, stand just inside the room, her facial expression being one of mixed arousal and discomfort.
“Yes, what is it Kara?” Perrima replied, resting her hand on Zalah’s ass, which glowed red from Perrima’s ****.
“You told me to remind you when it was time for your business errand.” Kara said, her gaze resting on Zalah’s naked derriere.
“Ah, yes! Most excellent of you to remind of that, Kara. I shall go to prepare myself at once.”
“Excuse me, but what about me? Are you just dumping me here?” Zalah asked Perrima, whilst pouting her lips in disappointment, real as much as humorous.
“Forgive me, darling,” Perrima said as she donned her pink robe again, “but there’s a pressing matter that I must attend to.”
“And I’m not such a matter?” Zalah cocked her right eyebrow as she embraced her lover again, the pink robe being stained from the sweat and cunt-juice that adorned Zalah’s nubile body.

“Oh, you horny little slut!” Perrima cried out, and gave Zalah’s right buttock another hard slap, causing the blonde vixen to bite her lips in satisfaction.
“But seriously, dearest, not all of us have a gemstone that allows us to fuck all night and day without getting fatigued,” Perrima rubbed her hand over the ruby in Zalah’s bellybutton, the smooth surface of the stone feeling hot against her skin, “However, I won’t leave without making sure that you have something to keep yourself occupied with until I return.”

At this, Zalah turned her head and stared at Kara with lustful eyes.
“No, not her! Kara must stay and run the business.” Perrima said, Kara looked both relieved and disappointed about not being submitted to Zalah’s ravishing.
“What then?” Zalah wondered, letting go off Perrima’s body.
“Just a little something which I made to get myself to sleep on lonely nights.” Perrima sauntered over to nearby cabinet, out of which she produced a small bottle.

Returning to Zalah with the bottle in hand, she then opened the bottle, poured a little of its contents onto her left hand, and the pressed the palm of her hand against Zalah’s pussy.

At first, Zalah felt a tingle in her loins, soon followed by a burning sensation, which literally exploded into a blissful orgasm. Unable to remain upright for much longer, Zalah was helped down onto one of the divans by Perrima, who remained still there for a short while, watching how her lover tossed around on the divan.

“Normally, I can take about six to seven orgasms before passing out. You, dearest Zalah, will no doubt last much longer than that.” Perrima said to Zalah, and then added, “Enjoy it.”
Perrima and Kara then left the room, leaving Zalah there alone.

Though it was doubtful that Zalah even registered that she was now on her own, as she experienced one orgasm after the other in rapid succession, each one more intense than the previous.

The divan was racked by the undulations of Zalah’s powerful frame as the voluptuous slut used up all her energy on writhing and bucking until, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she passed out.
Returning to the room, now fully dressed, Perrima stood by Zalah for a little while, watching her sleep.
Bending down, she planted a kiss on her forehead and whispered softly.
“Sleep tight and welcome home, my love.”
After that, Perrima once again exited the room.