Sienna and Francisca get dressed

“Right,” Zair grunted out, first taking in how the warm, orange sheen coming from the cages caused Sienna’s and Francisca’s naked bodies to glisten, then releasing a wide spray of precum that went sailing down the corridor.

“Do you ever stop doing that?” Sienna giggled out her question, smiling as she stepped over the puddle of Zair’s clear juices a short while later.

“Not as long as the two of you are around,” Zair grinned back at the darker of the two gorgeous women, locking eyes with her and ceasing to wonder about who it was that designed and built the sprawling subterranean hideaway, and for what purpose.

“Aw, that’s sweet…” Sienna purred, leaning in to give Zair a peck on the cheek, purring again as he pulled her closer to him and met her in a passionate kiss, suddenly placing one of his big, powerful hands on her ass and giving it a gentle squeeze, getting her to moan into his mouth.

Leaning in and locking her lips around one of Zair’s nipples, Francisca soon coaxed a throaty groan from him, making him release it into Sienna’s mouth as she skilfully circled her tongue around the tiny bud.

At some point, Zair switched from kissing Sienna to having his lips mashed against Francisca’s, sharing a ferocious kiss with the busty blonde as she and her black-haired counterpart began jerking his cock, keeping the same slow, steady pace as they moved their hands over his member.

With Sienna’s velvety lips dancing over the side of his neck, Zair could feel himself be pulled along by the two women as the trio began moving again, stumbling forwards, the two women somehow managing to keep track of where they were heading as Zair alternated back and forth between which one of them that he was kissing.

When they had stepped through another door to enter a room that Zair hadn’t been in before, not that he was paying much attention to his surroundings at the moment, he ended up with Francisca standing in front of him, the delectable blonde vixen having turned to stand with her back towards him, cooing out her excitement at having his turgid fuckshaft pressing against her back and his balls throbbing against her heart-shaped ass.

Sienna was sauntering out in front of the two others, who only had eyes for each other at the moment as Zair kept one hand placed firmly against Francisca’s belly and let out a gasp when she grabbed hold of the wrist of his right hand and brought it down between her legs, a husky sigh slipping out past her lush, ripe lips when she felt his fingers brush against her wet pussy.

Vaguely aware of the fact that his precum was pouring out onto Francisca’s back, coating the area between her shoulder blades, Zair was more interested in how she was squirming and moaning softly in front of him as he slid his fingers over her sex, her own digits still holding onto his wrist as he caused the flow of clear juices from her honeypot to grow more voluminous, until his fingers had been coated with them and more of them had trickled down her legs.

Turning her head to look back at Zair, Francisca tightened up her hold of his wrist and kept offering him a scorching hot glance as she brought his hand back up from between her full, muscular thighs, winking at him when she steered two of his fingers in past her lips and had her nimble tongue lap against them, her eyes closing as she tasted her own wetness.

Zair watched as Francisca’s head began bobbing backwards and forwards over his two digits, feeling her tongue swirl over them as she continued hungrily licking them clean of her own juices, and steered his other hand down from her belly, getting her to moan and tremble by bringing it into contact with her juicing slit.

Before long, Francisca was writhing against Zair’s bigger, broader frame, one horny gasp after another exiting her mouth as her clear ejaculate came gushing out of her honeypot to wash over his hand, until he silenced her by craning his neck forwards to plant his lips on hers. They continued kissing one another for quite some time, only pausing briefly as she turned around to throw herself at him, trapping the domed, fat crown of his cock between her huge boobs and having her soaked snatch rubbing against his beefy testes while his hands groped and fondled her juicy ass.

“I want to taste my pussy off your cock,” Francisca announced, after she’d pulled her lips from his, the top-heavy babe getting him to gulp hard through the manner in which her eyes burned with wanton lust as she gazed up at him.

“That’s going to have to wait,” Sienna suddenly cut in from behind Zair, the sound of her voice causing him to take his eyes off Francisca to look at her instead, and making Francisca let out a delighted squeal when what he saw caused him to unleash a hefty discharge of precum that caught her straight in the face.

Having dressed while Francisca and Zair carried out their kissing, Sienna was now sporting a dark purple corset which was cut in such a way that her massive knockers spilled out over it, and had slipped on a thin, tiny black skirt, just barely long enough to cover her pussy. Completing her outfit was a pair of black platform-heeled sandals, and glossy black, fingerless gloves that reached up to her elbows.

“So… do you like it?” Sienna asked Zair, with a smile, directing her gaze straight at him whilst using her fingers to play with the hemline of her skirt.

“I’d say he does!” Francisca heartily let out, smacking her pouty lips and tasting Zair’s precum off them.

“Good,” That single word came seeping out of Sienna’s mouth as Zair slowly nodded his head at her before proceeding to stammer out a dark, horny grunt when he felt how his cockend popped free of Francisca’s deep, narrow cleavage and a pair of soft lips wrapped themselves around it.

“Francisca,” Stepping forwards to her friend, who was standing with her back bent far forwards and with both her hands resting on the trunk of Zair’s cock, Sienna breathed out her happy question, sending Zair a naughty smile as she did so, “just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Sucking Zair’s cock,” Francisca replied, quite matter-of-factly, after first popping the business-end of his member out of her mouth, before forming her lips into a dirty, mischievous smile, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Don’t you think you should get dressed?” Sienna’s next question was followed by a mirthful chuckle as Francisca guided the crown of Zair’s dick back into her mouth, drawing a guttural groan from him and having her mouth filled with an ample release of his thick precum, which she savoured before swallowing it down her throat in small, sparse gulps.

“You just want to have your own fun with Zair,” Francisca replied, again speaking to Sienna whilst having her soft, velvety lips located less than an inch away from the plump, rounded tip of Zair’s schlong.

“Fuck yes I do!” Sienna freely admitted, grinning wildly at the spurt of prejizz that smacked against Francisca’s lips and chin as a consequence of her admission.

“Well, alright…” Exhaling in such a manner that her awe-inspiring chest was pushed forwards and hot air flowed over Zair’s cockhead, Francisca sent the hunky stud another one of her patented dirty, sultry looks before proceeding to turn her attention towards Sienna, “Just don’t have him pumped dry by the time I’m dressed…”

“Like there’s any chance of that happening,” Sienna giggled out, putting one hand round the rigid shaft of Zair’s cock and proceeding to land several soft smacks with its head on Francisca’s outstretched tongue, continuing to do so until the clear precum that was pouring out through his precum was dripping off the wet, agile muscle and onto the blonde’s bulging boobs.

Straightening up her back and having her fingers slide across the bulbous tip of Zair’s dick as she walked past him, Francisca squealed in surprise when Sienna took the opportunity that presented itself when she sauntered by her to land a playful slap on one of the blonde’s peachy buttocks. Still sashaying her hips as she walked across the room, Francisca rubbed the asscheek that Sienna had struck and looked back over her shoulder at her black-haired lover, sticking out her tongue at her.

While watching how Francisca practically slid across the room, her ass bouncing softly behind her and her tits shaking just enough for it to be noticeable as she went along, Zair got his first good look at the room which they had entered earlier. The room had a relatively low ceiling, compared with the first subterranean room that Zair had followed Sienna into, and was in the form of square, with each wall being about six or seven metres long. Lined up along the walls were several wardrobes, all of them quite wide but unusually short, barely reaching up beyond Zair’s chest, and all of them made from dark brown wood, complete with ornate woodwork on their sides and feet, and with what looked like strange letters or symbols carved into the sturdy-looking doors, all of which was illuminated by the sheen of the minerals that were housed in metal cages that stuck out from the walls directly next to each corner of the room. Apart from the wardrobes, the room also contained four low, backless chairs, the legs of which were painted white while the padded seats were covered with blue and red cloth, and two full-length mirrors, one being mounted on the wall to his left, the other on that to his right. Also, discreetly place in one corner, was another heavy-looking wooden door, this one being closed and bolted shut. And that, really, was it.

Of course, Zair didn’t have long in which to examine the room, as his attention was drawn to how Sienna stepped in front of him, the foxy vixen backing away from him until she was right up against the wall and then baring her teeth in a slutty smile as she raised her skirt to show off the soaked state of her honeypot.

Drawing nearer to Sienna, Zair dropped onto his haunches, treasuring the giggle that came from her as he guided his head in between her spread thighs and got a good whiff of the musky scent coming from her glistening sex. Zair was far from experienced when it came to figuring out the best way in which to please a woman with his mouth, but he’d been with Sienna and Francisca for long enough to have figured out that the tiny little nubbin that sat just above the entrance to her honeypot seemed quite sensitive, so he had the tip of his tongue brush against it.

This got him a long, lustful moan from Sienna in return, and so he repeated that same move once again, this time being greeted with a slightly louder moan, as well as a brief squirt of girlcum that glued itself to his chin and throat. After repeating the same quick flick of his tongue several more times, each time with Sienna’s response becoming a little more frenzied, and with his chest and throat now amply coated with her orgasmic juices, Zair began alternating the manner in which he’d have his tongue come against her hypersensitive pleasure button, varying from circling the tip of his tongue around it to lapping at it to rubbing his wet muscle against it.

“What do you think?” Zair could hear Francisca ask from behind him, though Sienna suddenly placed her hands on his head to keep him from looking back at the sexy blonde babe, “Should I wear this?”

“Looks good,” Sienna groaned out, pausing to push out a horny “Oh…” as Zair got her to squirt a little more by slipping his tongue inside her sex while the front of her teeny skirt remained draped over his head.

“Yes, it’d allow me to go for a kind of ‘slutty but classy’ look, don’t you think?” Francisca breathed out, getting only a lustful whimper in return from Sienna as she found herself quickly approaching a particularly powerful orgasm as Zair pressed one finger against her puckered asshole.

“Uh… YES!” Sienna’s shriek came as her girlcum flooded into Zair’s mouth and cascaded off his chin and cheeks, running down the muscular front of his body as he squatted before her, his tongue now extracted from her snatch but his right index finger buried about an inch or so past her tight asshole.

“I’m glad you like it,” Francisca chuckled, “let me just put it on…”

“Get up here,” Sienna moaned out as an order to Zair a short while later, after she’d stopped squirting out her honey and as he sat on his haunches in front of her, returning her smile. Rising up to stand in front of Sienna, Zair groaned when she locked her arms round his neck and thrust her body against his, the shaft of his cock throbbing against her toned stomach through her corset as they met each other in a tight, passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, Francisca was slowly walking up behind Zair, the naughty blonde, bronzed slut having dressed, and already having decided on the best way in which to get his attention.