Bira loves Gavin’s monstercock filling her ass

Only yesterday, Gavin would have had severe doubts about a hole as tiny as Bira’s pink, puckered bung being able to accommodate something so big as his cock. But now he knew better.

In front of Gavin, Bira gasped when he lodged the crown of his schlong against her ringpiece, that act alone almost being enough to make her squirt again. As it were, juices were pouring from her pussy onto the crowded seat while she watched how Isabelle remained on her hands and knees less than a handful of inches from her face, her angelic face a mask of carnal bliss due to what that baroness sitting on her knees behind her was up to.

“Gods, Maxime!” Isabelle blurted out in response to Baroness Maxime von Slootbach’s tongue suddenly wiggling round inside her gaping anus, “How did your tongue get so nimble?!”

“Practice,” Pulling back and propping her chin up on top of one Isabelle’s bronzed, meaty asscheeks, Maxime smiled wickedly at her fellow blue-blooded slut, “Lots and lots of practice.”

“Want me to tell you all about it,” Still addressing Isabelle, Maxime nevertheless shifted her gaze towards Bira, “Or get back to work tonguing your whorish ass?”

“Stick it up that ass!” Unlike Maxime, Isabelle wasn’t eyeing Bira. Instead, she was offering Gavin a scorching hot look so intense that it managed to steal his attention away from the dark-skinned painter’s juicy booty. Obviously, the ambiguity of what she was referring to was intentional.

All of a sudden, it became a lot harder for Bira to follow Maxime’s resuming spearing her wet muscle through Lady Grifoen’s backdoor when Gavin began to push forwards. Quickly, she began whimpering at the sensation of her anus being **** open. The young artist was far from an anal virgin, but she’d never experienced anything like this before.

By the time that Gavin celebrated shoving the tip of his cockhead into Bira’s ass by grunting and unleashing a blast of precum that felt to her like it was big enough to fill a glass, she was trembling while her pussy quaked and juiced.

A powerful push of Gavin’s hips later, and Bira shrieked as her anus reshaped itself round the brim of his cockend and girlcum gushed out from between the swollen lips of her slit.

“Anal whore,” Gavin growled at the climaxing beauty, right before spearing his way in deeper, making it another couple of inches before the tightness of her ass – which was enhanced by the way in which she tensed up as her orgasm kept hitting her with full strength – caused him to run out of traction. Deciding that going on like that wasn’t going to work out, he immediately switched to hammering his fuckpiece in through her sphincter through one fast, short thrust after another.

“Yes!” Bira could have sworn that she could feel her clit throbbing above the wide-open entrance to her girlcum-spewing fuckhole as Gavin savagely pounded his way in deeper, pushing her asscheeks apart through the thickness of his brawny cock and making them jiggle with each powerful throb that rolled through his member in advance of every new shot of precum that would become glued to the walls of her ass.

“Fuck my ass!” Still climaxing, Bira proved herself a buttslut by pushing back with her hips to impale herself a couple of inches further onto Gavin’s dong. It just felt so fucking good that she needed to find out what having her ass stuffed with the full length of his cock was like, and that need prompted her to roll her hips to send her trembling body back towards him, “Fuck it!”

“Do it, Gavin!” Isabelle shrieked, incapable of keeping her voice down with Maxime’s tongue darting around inside her, “Stretch that sexy buttslut’s ass!”

“Great show,” Having abandoned Tyelle for now, Iris was back to standing up, an amused smile on her lips as she followed closely the disappearance of Gavin’s vascular cumtube into Bira’s heart-shaped ass, “But I could do with a drink. How about you, Tyelle?”

“If it’s a drink you want...” Tyelle hissed, and defied the presence of the wine bottle in her anal passage through the speed with which she shot onto her feet and went after the impish Jadhi babe. That she had led a more adventurous life before being given responsibility for Lady Grifoen’s household affairs was hinted at by the speed with which she struck and the ease with which she wrestled Iris to the floor.

“How ‘bout this!?” Without stopping, Tyelle mounted Iris’ and shoved her dripping wet pussy in her face. And without hesitating, Iris went to work eating the mature blonde out, swirling her tongue between the folds of her slit and teasing its entrance as best she could with Tyelle making things more complicated by starting to grind her cunt against her face.

“That’s it, Tyelle!” The commotion caused by one buxom vixen tackling the other to the floor did not escape Isabelle’s attention. She’d be a poor host if she missed things like that, “Show her what happens when she crashes my parties!”

“Oh, please,” Maxime scoffed theatrically, rubbing her thumb around the widened entrance to Isabelle’s ass to make up somewhat for the absence of her tongue, “Like that’s going to deter her.”

“Who said I wanted that?” Turning her head, Isabelle winked cheekily at her fellow noblewoman, one eyebrow cocked and her plump lips pursed.

“Isabelle, I’m shocked,” If her social standing and wealth hadn’t left her free to live a cum-drenched life of leisure, Maxime could have been an actress. Probably in those classic Tharros plays were cocks started to pulled out before the first act had barely even started, “You want every part turned into an orgy?”

“Maxime, darling,” Isabelle showed that she could easily have made it as the baroness’ stage partner through her rolling of her eyes and exaggerated sigh, “Less talk and more licking, please.”

“I’d love to,” Maxime’s lips curved upwards as she pushed forwards with her thumb, “But it’s a little hard to watch the show with your big, sexy ass in the way.”

“Big?” As the seat was rocked by the **** of Gavin’s thrusts reverberating through it, Isabelle pretended to take offence at Maxime’s brief but accurate description of the firm, perfect spectacle of bronzed, ballooning booty flesh that she carried with her everywhere.

“Don’t get cute with me, slut,” Maxime fired back.

“Slut?” Isabelle’s right eyebrow rose higher as she got up on her knees and turned around on the seat as it was rocked by Gavin’s powerful thrusts into Bira’s ass, “Why don’t you say that to my face?”

“Big-assed, huge-titted, sexy fucking slut,” Straightening up her back as well, Maxime rose to the challenge, her pussy dripping as her knockers brushed against Isabelle’s.

“Gorgeous, nasty cock-crazed whore,” Isabelle’s reply came without any hesitation, her voice having grown huskier and her sultry gaze firmly locked onto Maxime’s. Then she flung herself at the other noblewoman.

Currently not climaxing but nevertheless lost in a state of monstercock-induced ecstasy, Bira had not been following the two blue-blooded babes conversation closely. However, it was quite hard to miss how they now threw themselves at each other, with each trying to climb on top of the other and push her down at the same time as they wrestled tongues and kept their plump lips mashed together.

Gavin couldn’t fail to notice what was happening either, and the tempo at which he was pounding Bira’s juicy ass slowed as he became fascinated by the sight of the pair of busty vixens going at each other in what was part very intense wrestle match and part equally passionate make-out session.

“D-don’t stop!” Bira’s reaction to Gavin slowing down was as vocal as she could manage with his muscular dick bringing her pleasures that didn’t quite know how to process. For now, all she was sure of was that she desperately wanted him to continue.

“I won’t,” Gavin assured Bira, who let out a happy whimper that became a scream of bliss when he backed up his words by pulling back and slamming his way forwards, not stopping until the room once again was filled with the sound of his hard stomach crashing into a busty, horny slut’s asscheeks at full speed.

“Gods!” Another orgasm erupted inside Bira, but it had barely done so before it exploded in terms of intensity thanks to him continuing to drill her deep and fast, slamming his thick, steel-hard fuckpiece to the hilt inside her widened ringpiece again and again.

“Lucky slut!” Maxime spat out a few minutes later, as she and Isabelle found themselves with a draw on their hands after each attempt from either of them to gain the upper hand was blocked by the other.

“Jealous?” With her friend distracted, Isabelle took the chance to slip two fingers inside Maxime’s pussy.

“Yes!” With an excited cry, Maxime made her tits heave up against Isabelle’s equally incredible pair of knockers by bucking her hips in her efforts to bring her drenched cunt further onto her digits. Then, she twisted her upper body towards Bira and grabbed hold of the back of her head, something which allowed her to shove the painter’s face into her chest. With well-practised ease, she guided Bira’s lips to one of her stiff nipples.

“Great idea!” Isabelle was in a similar state of frenzy as Maxime, a fact which led her to abandon her cunt and instead turn her attention towards Bira, who could only moan onto the baroness’ teat as the two more experienced sluts descended on her. That would have been an overwhelming experience even without Gavin’s cock spearing in and out of her ass.

“Gods, Gavin,” Isabelle purred nastily into Bira’s ear whilst glancing over the dark-skinned babe’s shoulder, “I could probably fit my whole hand between her cheeks!”

“Lucky slut...” Maxime repeated herself, although this time she wasn’t shouting excitedly, but rather hissing directly into Bira’s other ear.

Still sucking and slurping on the baroness’ nipple, Bira wasn’t exactly sure which of Maxime and Isabelle it was who brought a hand in between her legs and proceeded to finger her. As if to save her from the confusion, the other slut soon added a hand as well, and now she wasn’t just having the biggest, sexiest cock she’d ever seen hammered into her ass in a never-ending succession of hard thrusts, but two pairs of slender digits fucking her cunt and two thumbs flicking over and circling round her engorged clit. Add to that how Maxime and Isabelle were both using a hand to fondle the young painter’s boobs, and it didn’t surprise anyone when she started squirting again in no time, her pussy squeezing those four fingers while her juices drenched both them and the hands to which they belonged, not to mention the other sluts’ forearms and the already dripping wet seat upon which all four lovers were now squeezed in together after Gavin had climbed on top of it in his efforts to maximize the pace and **** with which he drove his schlong into Bira’s ass.

“Fuck, it’s like dipping my hand into a stream!” Maxime commented on the amount of girlcum being blasted out of Bira’s slit, then poured her follow-up into the squirting babe’s ear, “I guess you really love anal...”

“Love that huge monstercock stretching your ass,” Isabelle joined in, although she was eyeing Gavin, her gaze sweeping over his face and chest before she squeezed out a lustful “Gorgeous fucking stud...”

“Oh, someone’s getting close,” The way in which she was looking at him with her best bedroom eyes might have contributed to it happening, but Isabelle nevertheless decided to make the most of Gavin’s cock throbbing so hard that it made both of Bira’s cheeks bounce.

“You’re gonna flood her ass,” Maxime picked off where Isabelle left off with something that definitely wasn’t a question, and which she said while rubbing her fingers against Gavin’s shaft through the thin wall separating Bira’s pussy from her anal tunnel, “Fill her up with cum.”

“You’re still hungry, Maxime?” No one could see it, but to go along with her impish question, Isabelle tightened up her gaping asshole in happy recollection of her friend’s tongue swirling around inside it after she’d given her buttocks a very spirited tongue-bath.

“For cum? Always,” Again, though one of the two cock-crazed, pussy-loving high society sluts was talking to someone else, she was looking at Gavin in a way like she wanted him to throw her on the floor and fuck her for a week straight. This time, it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Fuck!” Going balls-deep in Bira’s ass one final time, Gavin struggled to keep his eyes open so he could watch those thick, firm and luscious brown cheeks jiggle while he pumped one of his hugely voluminous loads into her bowels. Bira’s eyes, meanwhile, suddenly shot wide-open and her pussy convulsed as if she was trying to snap Isabelle’s and Maxime’s fingers at that first thick jet of cum being rocketed deep into her ass.

“FUCK!” Crying out as one and seeming very much to take it as a challenge, both women started pumping their wrists faster as juices streaked from the now sweat-soaked Bira’s sex.

“Let’s see how much is in these giant bull balls!” Abandoning Bira’s tits, Isabelle instead began fondling Gavin’s testes with her other hand, rubbing the palm against them and milking them with her fingers as she made him groan more darkly and throatily.

“Don’t milk him dry, you slut!” Maxime objected, but did nothing to stop her friend.

After a while, Bira’s face settled into an awed expression as jet after jet of cum was sprayed into her ass, her whole body quivering and her pussy continuing to spasm even as the flow of girlcum finally dried up.

“Look at her,” Isabelle said of Bira, once Gavin’s balls had at long last stopped making her arm twitch through their pulsing, “I think she wants it all over again.”

“Fuck that,” Maxime objected, “It’s my turn!”

“Ladies,” Gavin’s voice was hoarse and guttural, partly due to the strain put on his vocal chords during the last twenty-four hours and partly due to Bira instinctively tightening and relaxing her ass round his dong, “That’s up to me to decide.”

“Fuck yes it is,” A delighted Isabelle purred.