Linden Way is in for a surprise

“Really?” Zalah gave off a playful smirk as she rose from the chair, “Well, I like her dress.”
Miura grinned at Zalah’s words, and moved it close to the naked blonde, so close that there was only a few inches of air between the two women’s pair of impressive tits.

“I take it that I don’t need to clean up, at least not as far as you’re concerned.” Miura told Zalah, who moved one hand to press against the brunette’s firm stomach, gently rubbing the palm of her hand against the slowly shifting layer of cum which adorned Miura’s belly.
“No,” Zalah grinned, “you really don’t. I’ll lick it all of you.”

“Girls,” Sapphire was now stroking both of the towering studs’ cocks, “I don’t want to spoil your party, but Zalah’s in a hurry to meet Linden.”
“You’re right,” Zalah hated admitting it, “show me the way, Miura.”
Pouting with disappointment, Miura slid past Zalah, her cum-covered arm rubbing against Zalah’s, and sauntered towards the door on her black stiletto-heeled shoes, with snug bands of leather crisscrossing her legs all the way up to her thighs, with Zalah following behind her.

At the door, Zalah looked over her shoulder to see that Sapphire had now resumed driving her mouth onto the two large cocks, first swallowing Thorgal’s mammoth cock before turning to do the same to Daram, all the while maintaining her frantic stroking of their members.

Locking eyes with Thorgal, Zalah shot him the most searing gaze that she could muster, and then leaned forwards to present her ass to him.
The gaze from Zalah had been quite enough for Thorgal, but it was her slipping two of her fingers up her asshole which provoked him to groan and release a torrent of jizz which caught Sapphire unaware, the bounty hunter yelping in surprise as the entire left side of her face was turned white in one single, bubbling hot blast of balljuice.

Thorgal’s ejaculation brought on a similar response from Daram, who also groaned and surrendered his cum to Sapphire, his cock exploding in her mouth, the sudden surge of cum forcing her cheeks to bulge outwards while more semen flew out of Thorgal’s throbbing cock to coat her shoulder and tits white.

Satisfied that her work there was done, Zalah stepped out into the hallway and pretended not to notice the admiring look which Miura was giving her.

The journey to Linden’s dressing room took slightly longer than the one from the bar-room to Sapphire’s office, on account of Miura taking a route which kept them out of the patrons’ and, more importantly Linden’s, eyes, but they arrived there nonetheless. And since the sound of music was still coming from the direction of the small stage, it was with a strong hope that they had gotten there before he did, although she didn’t know if a second musician had relieved him, that Zalah pushed the door open.
The room proved to be small, sparsely furnished, and empty.

Stepping into the room with Miura in tow, Zalah noted that the only furniture was a low wooden table with a small chair in front of it, and a body-sized mirror mounted directly onto the innermost wall.

“Ah, we got here first.” Miura said, “Do you want me to leave?”
“Now why would I want that?” Zalah replied with a mischievous smile, and then pulled the brunette close so that she could give her a fiery kiss while her hands began to grope and fondle her voluptuous body, with Miura doing the same.
“Ohhh,” Zalah groaned as Miura stabbed three of her fingers into the blonde’s cunt, “you’re an impatient one, aren’t you?”

Instead of responding, Miura thrust her head forwards and gave Zalah a kiss, as intense as the previous one, with Zalah moaning into the brunette’s mouth as her slit was treated to a spirited finger-fuck.
Pushing Miura down on top of the table, Zalah immediately mounted her and began to run her mouth across her cum-painted torso, making Miura moan as she sucked the cum of her nipples, toying with the hard buds, before proceeding to run her tongue down the inside of her tits and on to her stomach, not stopping her journey downwards until her mouth made contact with the brunette’s wet pussy.

Only giving it a few solid licks, Zalah then abandoned Miura’s quim and moved up to straddle the other woman’s face, which brought about Miura beginning to lick and suck on Zalah’s sopping twat, the blonde slut-queen soon groaning hard as the gemstone in her bellybutton began to shine weakly.

Getting quite into having her pussy worshiped by Miura’s willing mouth, Zalah could hear the door to the dressing-room open again.
Hoping that it was Linden who had returned after the show, Zalah cooed at the thought of the sight that would greet him; two busty sluts making love right in front of him.