Trying to deepthroat

‘Fuck,’ gasped Riolta finally as her orgasm ended, the rhythms of her ass jiggling settling into something marginally less frenzied as her buttocks slowed. Her hands and knees were settled into a thick film of cum and pussy juices on the floor, a testament to both her and her new friend’s exertions. Riolta turned to Quinlan, with her bedroom eyes that could have made any man melt and addressed him over her shoulder.

‘Just remind me how big that dick is again?’

‘Twenty inches,’ said Quinlan, his right hand wrapped around the base of the tool, pointing it directly at Riolta’s face.

‘Twenty inches…’ Riolta said, ‘I’m no stranger to big dicks, but that’s something of a challenge even for me.’

‘You seem to be doing alright so far.’

‘Not to mention that cum-heavy nutsack swinging underneath that looooooooong fucking spunk-cannon…’

Riolta’s dirty talk was proving too much for Quinlan, who groaned and released a bolt of precum that smacked into the side of her face with a wet ‘SPLAT’, a droplet of the stuff immediately extending from her nose to drip onto the floor. Riolta giggled.

‘What I’m essentially saying is, it’s time to get serious,’ said Riolta. ‘I may look kind of cute-‘ at this point the tanned goddess paused to blow a few cum-bubbles – ‘but I think it’s time I started to see how much of that prime-grade cockmeat I can get down my throat.’

With this statement Riolta pivoted, and Quinlan witnessed her agility firsthand as she swivelled on her ass so that she was facing him and drove herself upwards, springing to her feet in front of him. As she did so his protruding dick was caught inbetween her cleavage, the slippery mast sliding through the deep channel until the pulsing head was suspended directly in front of the brunette slut’s face. Riolta transferred her gaze from the drooling tip of the angry purple cockend to Quinlan’s face, and Quinlan saw that the massive-breasted megaslut had a hundred-watt smile which she proudly displayed even after her face had been covered in jizz. She then extended a tongue as far out of her mouth as possible and started to lick his meaty bell-end like an ice-cream cone.

‘Face-fuck, throat fuck, call it what you will,’ Riolta said light-heartedly, ‘this monster is going deeeeeep, baby.’

At this Riolta pushed the bursting swell of her massive tits around Quinlan’s shaft which was spearing up between them, making the veiny tool slide deeper between the two firm mounds that jutted out over her ripped stomach. This made the thick bell-end of the long pillar of flesh squash against her nose.

‘Here,’ said Riolta, taking hold of Quinlan’s giant meatstick in her right hand, before turning on her heels and heading through the doorway behind them, leading the wizard by his cock. ‘We’re going to go somewhere a little more secluded.’

Quinlan found himself being led from the hallway by the cumsplattered brunette and through a corridor which led from the chamber with the staircase to another set of rooms. Riolta, feeling the thick veins pulse in her delicate hand, decided to stop the journey momentarily and act as a tour guide. She drew up in front of a tapestry which was hung on the wall, Quinlan’s engorged dick slashing the air in front of them as she pretended to admire it. Stroking Quinlan’s long, thick cock, she adopted the persona of an art connoisseur.

‘Here we have a tapestry depicting the nymph Evola’s seduction by the god Jervyn. Jervyn is Girvyn’s brother, you know…’

Under any other circumstances, Quinlan wouldn’t have been wildly interested in hearing the story of the tapestry by Riolta had decided to enliven her disquisition by gripping his slippery dick in a two fisted-hold and jerking him as she did so.

‘As you can see, Evola was known for having an enormous set of tits, which is probably what attracted Jervyn to her…’

While she spoke, Riolta continued to stroke Quinlan’s amazingly large cock in both her hands as he stood by the side of her. She then made him groan as she leaned nearer to his giant member and kissed the tip with her pursed lips while she reached down cupped his heavy balls with her left hand, before continuing to speak.

‘Here we see Evola on her knees in front of the god, allowing him to ram his tool into her mouth just above her upthrust breasts while she inhales his massive dick. Actually, this tapestry has obviously been rendered by a very talented person, Quinlan. Look at all those bubbles of saliva wrapped round that length, and how, by a skilful use of thread, we appear to be able to see three strands of slobber dangle from the underside of the length. One here is connected from the bottom of the shaft to the balls, another is hanging from the underside of his cock and is attached to her tits, and another, longer, and very droopy one is stretched from her tits all the way to his ballsack. Yes, I’d say that this was the work of a master.’

After this observation, Riolta inclined her head forwards to let her lips glide up and down the sides of Quinlan’s length as she enjoyed feeling his veins against her plump lips, playing with him using her mouth and hands. However, even the excitement of the moment took control of her as she angled it to the side and opened her jaw wide to take in the huge purplish head into her mouth, all of sudden forsaking her remarks on the tapestry and instead falling into an imitation of the scene that was being depicted on the wall-cloth.

Quinlan groaned as Riolta turned his body so that he was face-on to hers and adjusted her own likewise. Slowly, the busty archeress sank downwards onto her knees in front of him, taking him deeply into her throat as she did so. There were a succession of gagging, gucking, and slick noises as she enveloped his cockshaft into her mouth and pressed her head forwards, impaling her mouth on the monster penis.

Quinlan was shocked at how much of his pulsating tool that Riolta managed to engulf in that one movement. Plunging down, she consumed him, throating three-quarters of his whole twenty inches in a single gag-ridden suck, her throat convulsing in protest on his thick meat as she held him inside, breathing raggedly around the fifteen inches she had enveloped down her throat. After a short while, during which Quinlan could do nothing but stare disbelievingly downwards, Riolta’s head got light and she was **** to retreat, relinquishing his now-glistening prickshaft with a sound that was a **** and a moan somehow at the same time, jacking him angrily in both fists as she marvelled at his meat.

Then she was down again, her jaw distended beyond belief as she hoovered up the slick shaft, the thick, vein-corded fucktube filling her throat. This time she went even further and Quinlan’s eyes bulged out of his head as his massive log speared through Riolta’s oesophagus until she could feel the head internally bottom out somewhere around her stomach. Again, she withdrew with a ginormous glurping sound and a deep belch, ending up holding the cock level with her eyes and staring in a somewhat unfocused manner directly at the weeping pisshole, barely even registering when a massive squirt of precum blitzed her face. Precum and saliva was cascading down her chin and over her massive tits and her lips, teeth, tongue, cheeks and chin were all connected to the fat cockend with thick translucent ropes, so many of them coagulated together that it looked like her face was webbed to the monstercock.