Tropical hail

Either Jody didn’t react quickly enough to effect the removal of the way her lips were moulded onto the tip of Ian’s cum-cannon or she was **** to relinquish her hold over him. Each way, it wasn’t difficult to detect when Ian blew his load, because it resulted in a monstrous explosion of goo spurting out of each of her nostrils, splattering out in two sticky jets which issued downwards and plastered themselves with a resounding wet ‘splat’ onto the cheeks of Andrea’s upturned asscheeks. No-one could see behind Jody’s cumpainted shades, but her eyes had crossed.

‘Oh shit baby!’ Lexxxi exclaimed, ‘that is such a good look for you! I wish I had a camera!’

After a second or two, the dazed brunette eased her mouth from Ian’s member and slumped forwards, head first. As it happened her torso sagged forwards and her head plopped directly into Lexxxi’s bulging, mountainous cleavage, where sat between the two gloriously shaped, cumspattered orbs with another slick sound.

Jody’s movement forwards pushed Ian’s spewing member downwards towards Andrea’s back, where it commenced spurting a wild and unaimed succession of molten jets towards the direction of the two newcomers on the catwalk.

Angel, though equipped with the umbrella, had been busy twirling it over her shoulder and was therefore quite unprepared for using it for its intended purpose of protecting herself from sprays of liquid. The first burst of Ian’s monstrous ejaculation in fact hit the umbrella, but because of the way Angel was facing Ian it splashed forcefully against the underside of the accessory. When this happened, the umbrella did what so many umbrellas did when faced with a surprisingly strong gust of wind coming from an unexpected direction: it turned inside out. The cum jet **** the spokes of the umbrella outwards.

Both Puma and Angel had exactly the same expressions, each of their mouths changed into perfect Os of shock, but there was no real time for them to register any other reaction. As Angel swung the umbrella from her shoulder and wrestled with the mechanism to try and turn it the right way round, Ian released another messy fusillade of spooge at the pair of huge boobed sluts.

He couldn’t have done any better if he had aimed it himself. A thick rope of jizz whipped from his cockend, snaked through the air, turning over and over on itself and smacked clean into the gap of cleavage between Puma’s massive knockers, the tail of the blob of semen, almost like the end of a comet, flicking upwards to splatter the neon-redhead directly between the eyes the instant she looked down instinctively to survey the damage. Slowly, she raised her head back up to look back Ian, her expression unreadable behind her shades as a droplet of cum dripped from the tip of her nose.

Angel had stopped momentarily struggling with the umbrella and looked up at her companion, giggling in delight at her friend’s (mis)fortune but was soon in no position to laugh. The next bolt of cum zigzagged through the air, projected by a blast from Ian’s reloading jizz-cannon and smacked into her face. It didn’t as it had done with Puma, get her right in the face but it plastered a lot of her carefully orchestrated blonde tresses to the side of her head.

‘Two out of three’s not bad,’ commented Brooke dryly as she observed from the side of the room, ‘that’s still good shooting in my book.’

There was still more to come and three more shots of jizz ripped through the air to paint the couple, all the while as Angel tried in increasingly frenzied fashion to right her umbrella. She finally did this, only to succeed in closing it, at the cost of Ian blasting her plastic raincoat and her pussy. Puma caught another splash on her sculpted abs.

Finally, Ian’s dick was quiescent. Again, as so often after his cumshots, an awed hush held sway over theroom. After a number of seconds, Angel held her umbella up above her and Puma’s head and opened it.

A half pint of cum that had been caught in it flooded over their heads.

Brooke, giggling, called out two more names.