Cleaning up?

Ojo and Vaino exchanged looks of desperation at the exit of their lovers from the room. Each man was beginning to fear that they would have to go looking for one of the boat-maids to use as a vessel for their ever-increasing need of release.
“Well,” it was Raya who had stepped back into the room again, “are you coming or not?”
Without a single shred of hesitation, the two men rustled for the door, walking as fast as their tender balls and stiff cocks allowed them to.

Riolta gnarled her teeth behind shut lips as she struggled to follow Raya’s lead in swaying her hips suggestively as she sauntered down the corridor which led from the aft-room to the deck, Ojo and Vaino following after the two women and groaning at the swelling of their nut-sacks while eyeing the cum-painted glutes of the two women’s fabulous arses.

It was Riolta’s conviction that Raya was leading the extraordinary party to the deck, where they would hold true to her previous suggestion of making the people of every passing ship bulge their eyes at the sight of their fornication.
Eager to play a little with Raya like she had done to her and the two men, Riolta took a hard turn towards the right just before the door to the deck, continuing unannounced to walk in a different direction.
Ojo and Vaino, both sporting wolfish snarls and with a steady rumbling rising from their crotches, both followed the cum-slut in motion rather than the one standing still, leaving Raya to stare at their asses as the trailed after Riolta.

When Raya caught up with the trio, she found that Riolta had led them all to one of the Voltsvaghn’s spacious bathrooms dominated by a large bathtub that had been converted from a slab of marble into a rounded container by one of Tharros’ most gifted sculptors, a woman who had used the tub as a down-payment for five pleasure cruises aboard the ship.
However, Raya could note as she entered the room only five seconds after Ojo and Vaino, the tub was currently occupied.

The occupier turned out to be a statuesque woman, several inches taller than even Riolta and not far behind Ojo, with a physique that was a collection of ripped muscles and taut flesh with little room for any fat, a complexion as bronzed as Raya’s but accompanied by golden hair instead of Raya’s midnight-black.
The woman’s beautiful face was dominated by large blue eyes which sparkled even with her current perplexed expression, a straight nose which gave her a certain aristocratic flair and a pair of lushly shaped lips.
Her breasts, each of the two firm orbs rivalling her head in size and crowned with a nipple that looked hard enough to cut through paper, was not submerged in the water which only reached up to her belly-button, the centre-point of that gloriously flat stomach of hers.
The small traces of coal and dirt which were visible on the woman’s honey-coloured skin surprised Riolta, who had thought that Theodore, the towering stud of northern origin, was the ship’s resident engine-attendant.

“Who are you?” Riolta asked the woman, who replied in a soft and slightly distressed voice by uttering the name “Krista.”
“Well Krista,” Riolta’s mouth turned into a dirty grin, “you’re about to get the treat of your life. Pull up the plug.”

Krista, who didn’t know whether to be delighted or intimidated by the two huge dicks which looked as if they were only a few inches from her face despite their owners standing well away from the tub, reached down an pulled the plug, causing the tub to start emptying itself of water.