The action continues

“Fuck!” Laila exclaimed, once her tremendously powerful orgasm had faded away to leave her basking in its afterglow, her nude body now glistening from the tiny beads of sweat that clung to her tanned skin, with her crotch and thighs being coated with a thick, lustrous sheen from being coated with an ample amount of Dareios’ spunk and her own girlcum.

“I take it you enjoyed that,” Dareios grinned down at Laila, his monstrously large cock still buried inside her tight snatch, with his recent orgasm ensuring that its throbbing had grown less violent, instead manifesting itself in slow, intense pulses that reverberated throughout Laila’s voluptuous frame. He’d made sure to speak loud enough for the person watching them to hear it as well.

“I did,” Laila replied, getting halfway through a dazzling giggle before the rhythmic throbbing of Dareios’ fuckpiece drew a lustful moan from her and got her to tense up where she laid on top of the table, shutting her eyes and thrusting her chest upwards before sinking back down again a moment later, “although I think you just got me to lose the use of my legs…”

“Sorry,” Chuckling at the impish smile on Laila’s face, Dareios proceeded to pull his hips back, letting out a gruff groan and being met with a girlish moan from her as he began slowly extracting his cock from inside her tight, overflowing honeypot.
Laila released a second, longer moan when Dareios’ cockhead popped free of her pussy and he began to rub it against her swollen, darkened labia, a tense shriek of lust clearing her throat when the purple crown of his member brushed against her engorged clit, before she finally let out a hesitant “Wait…” when he moved the business-end of his cock down to her bunghole.

“Huh?” Dareios immediately turned his gaze up from his dick, around which he had now wrapped his right hand, and towards Laila’s face.

“I’ve just been fucked right to the brink of passing out,” Laila explained, in a happy and naughty tone of voice, “I think I deserve a moment or two to catch my breath…”
Letting out a frustrated sigh before chuckling again, Dareios pulled his cockend away from Laila’s asshole and took a step back, his sixteen-inch cumtube still pointing right between her spread legs as he glanced down on her, before hoisting it upwards to allow the fat blast of precum that the sight of her caused him to unleash to go fly up over her prone form and past her face before impacting against the wall on the other side of the room.

“So, what do you want to do, talk or something?” Dareios couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease Laila a little.

“Well, that, or you could have me give your cock a nice, messy tongue-bath, getting it clean before ramming it back inside my ass,” Laila returned fire without missing a beat, giggling as another voluminous release of clear prejizz went sailing past her face on its way towards the wall, then sighing when Dareios reached in and lifted her up, holding her in his strong arms, his gargantuan, vein-corded slab of rock-hard cockmeat projecting outwards underneath the sculpted shape of her back and her juicy ass while he carried her across the dining room.

Dareios was heading for one of the corners of the room, the one furthest away and to the left of the door leading out into the kitchen, where a pair of plush, comfortable-looking armchairs, a small, round table and a well-stocked drinks cabinet had set up in front of a large window.

While carrying Laila, Dareios nearly stumbled on his legs to fall forwards when she snaked her head closer to his, locked her arms round his neck, and swept him in a passionate kiss that had them fencing tongues again. Soon, he was groaning in her mouth, and the red and white striped fabric of the seat cushion and back of the armchair that he was carrying her towards was bombarded with a full-sized discharge of precum.

Moments later, and their kiss was broken, with Laila purring as Dareios gently lowered her down into the armchair, her hands immediately going to his cock once he’d let go of her and had straightened up his back to stand towering over her while her fingers danced over the trunk of his fuckpiece, her huge tits spilling out in front of her as she tilted her head back and smiled up at him.

“I’m probably going to cum just from sucking your cock,” Laila reflected, once she’d aimed her gaze towards the rounded business-end of Dareios’ schlong.

“That’s what you did last time,” Dareios replied, running his fingers through Laila’s silky hair as she mumbled out something whilst wrapping her soft, full lips round his cockend.

“You naughty little slut,” Hearing the sound of Zuleica’s voice over that of the door to the dining room being closed, Namaria opened her eyes and looked up, though she kept two of the fingers of her right hand locked inside her mouth, still savouring the taste of her own pussy as she met Zuleica’s gaze.

The black-haired babe was naked save for her high-heeled slippers, her huge boobs projecting out from her chest and her hairless pussy sparkling with wetness as she stood directly in front of Namaria, with her long legs spread and her hands on her wide hips.

“Have you been spying on them?” Zuleica went on to ask, her luscious lips forming themselves into a mischievous smile.

“Can’t say that I blame her,” Zoelle observed, having caught a glimpse of Dareios carrying the busty brunette from before across the dining room, a trickle of girlcum leaving her pussy at the sight of his massive fuckpiece.

Drawing a deep breath, Namaria remained silent, watching as Zuleica trailed one hand down over her toned belly, a low gasp escaping the busty dancer’s mouth when her slender digits reached her pussy and brushed against her clit.

After stepping close enough to Namaria that her juicing honeypot was a mere couple of inches away from the dark-skinned beauty’s face, Zuleica began stroking her clit, toying with the hypersensitive little nubbin while glancing down at her lover.

“You make me so fucking wet,” Zuleica announced as Namaria turned her gaze towards her slit, biting her lip and moaning lustfully at how Zuleica was playing with her own sex, another horny moan soon oozing out of her mouth as she brought her right hand back between her legs.

From where she was standing by the closed door to the dining room, Zoelle spent a moment playing with the prospect of slipping away to join Dareios and that foxy brunette that he’d made his latest playmate, but the sight of Zuleica and Namaria masturbating for each other convinced her to otherwise, and so she circled in behind Zuleica, sauntered up to stand right behind her and dropped down onto her haunches.

Giggling at the excited gasp that Zuleica produced when she grabbed hold of her firm, full buttocks and pried them apart, Zoelle licked her lips and inched her mouth closer to the tiny, puckered shape of the black-haired babe’s ringpiece.
Zuleica threw her head back and cried out at the ceiling, a flurry of girlcum exiting her pussy to be splattered across Namaria’s ample chest when Zoelle’s nimble tongue slipped inside her anus, the brief orgasm that she’d just experienced barely having past before she’d ceased playing with her clit and instead had had two fingers rammed inside her slit, beginning to finger-fuck herself like a woman possessed.

It didn’t take very long before Zuleica was overwhelmed by another orgasm, much more long-lasting and powerful than the one directly preceding it, and an enthusiastic yelp rose up from Namaria as she remained on her haunches, her back to the wall as she was showered with spray after spray of Zuleica’s clear ejaculate.
Having slipped her tongue out of Zuleica’s ass, Zoelle had risen to her feet, burying her tits into Zuleica’s back whilst playing with the other woman’s boobs, teasing her stiff nipples at the same time as she showered her neck with kisses, doing so while Zuleica kept thrusting her hips back and forth in short, stabbing motions while girlcum continued to geyser forth from her quaking honeybox.