Wear and tear

Riolta was positioned so that the tip of her nose was about two and a half inches away from the increasingly rigid fingers of her discarded glove.

Fully prepared for something pretty astonishing to happen, she was nevertheless surprised when she found the glove shooting towards her, the persistent growl coming from Quinlan being overpowered by the thunderous squelching sound that accompanied the glove sliding forwards about an inch or so across the thick length of his gargantuan fuckpiece, as was the horny moan that Riolta let out upon finding out that the glove’s fingers had suddenly grown dramatically in both size and length, to the point where they looked much bigger than when she’d been wearing it.

What happened next was that the glove-hand dipped towards the floor, weighed down by the heavy fluid which was being pumped out from Quinlan’s pulsing scrotum, and even though Riolta prided herself on being able to come up with a slutty remark for practically every occasion, but this was one of those rare moments where she found herself opening her mouth several times over and racking her brain for anything at all to say but found herself remaining absolutely silent, so utterly smitten by the show that he was giving her that she didn’t even manage to produce another moan.

“Baby,” Riolta finally managed to breathe out as the glove had temporarily stopped swelling, though she had her doubts as to whether or not Quinlan could hear her as he stood there with a glazed look in his eyes and his teeth bared in a strained grimace that told her that he was far from done, which was a realization that drew her to loose her chain of thought and replace what she had been intending to say with a lustful gasp that would have aroused the dead.

“Baby,” Riolta tried again, “you got me so fucking wet all I have to do to start squirting is to touch my clit.”

“But I, oh fucking fuck,” Riolta interrupted herself to let out that curse as she just happened to throw a glance at the violent churning of Quinlan’s balls, her mouth remaining open as she followed how their throbbing grew more and more intense until he finally released a bellow loud and dark enough to cause even a Minotaur to go scampering off with its tail tucked firmly between its legs and the hand of the glove suddenly shot upwards until it appeared as though he had a third arm and was using it to wave at her.

“Ah,” Riolta thrust out from behind her lips as the second jet of cum came to an end, leaving the glove looking almost ridiculously bloated and her trying to remember how many bursts his first cumshot had consisted of, “but I’m not going to… oh fuck, would you just look at that wonderful cock…”

“Because I want you to make me cum, baby,” Riolta continued to address Quinlan, satisfied that he actually seemed to have regained enough of his composure to actually recognize her as she sat there on her haunches, looking up at him as a dozen tendrils composed of her gelatinous juices swirled their way down towards the floor.

“So tear straight through that glove and make me squirt by covering me with your jizz, just fu…”

Normally, there ought to have been a tearing sound ringing through the room when the glove finally caved in to the considerable pressure that it was under, but it disappeared underneath the loud “SPLAT!” that followed when it was more or less obliterated by the third part of Quinlan’s ejaculation, its fingers and palm simply going from being there to having been scattered across the room in an instant, leaving Riolta little time to recognize that a veritable sea of jizz was coming her way.

By the time that the wet noise of all that balljuice shooting out into the open had been replaced by that of Quinlan bellowing at the top of his lungs, his head thrown back and his arms thrust out from his sides, Riolta was already absolutely drenched with cum, and as the tattered remains of the glove’s front were spread wide like the petals of a flower and Quinlan’s bright red cockhead was sticking out from inside it, that third offering of sperm had sent her toppling over to sit on her ass.

Truth be told, it wasn’t just the **** of Quinlan’s ejaculation that had caused Riolta’s juicy buttocks to smack onto the floor, because her ability to remain upright in the face of it had been considerably impaired by the fact that she had been thrown headfirst into the depths of one of the wildest, stickiest climaxes that she had had in a long time, her eyes remaining shut tight in part due to the jizz which coated them and in part thanks to a voluntary effort from her part as her girlcum sprayed out of her sperm-blasted honey pot, thick gobs of her juices scattering themselves along the insides of her spread thighs all the way down to her bent knees, where they got to spend a moment or two gleaming against the rich colour of her bronzed skin before they were washed away by Quinlan’s fourth burst of jizz.

There was a fifth one as well, and Quinlan’s scrotum apparently contained enough cum that its size could compete with that of its predecessors, at which point Riolta had somehow found the presence of mind to roll over to support herself on her knees and elbows, her gargantuan boobs resting on the floor as she offered up her juicy ass and gushing pussy for Quinlan to blast.

And that was precisely what he did, leaving the firm halves of her heart-shaped glazed with his viscid balljuice and the outlines of her pink pussy easily detectable underneath the glossy layer of jizz that now covered it.

“Fuck!” Riolta was the first to break the silence that broken out as their shared orgasm had finally come to an end, her eyes remaining closed as she rolled over to lie on her back in the middle of the spunk that surrounded her, there was enough of the sticky stuff around to warrant it being called a small lake rather than a large puddle.

She could hear the sound of footsteps, clear at first but then diluted, as though the person walking had come upon a stream or something, and stepped up her attempts to use her fingers to wipe the cum from her eyes, struggling hard to try to disentangle her long eyelashes, before she stopped to let out a throaty groan when something long, soaked and torn dropped to stretch itself out across her toned midriff and up over the centre of her massive knockers.

“I thought you might like your glove back,” Quinlan explained, his voice sounding tired and worn from all that roaring.

“You know I’ve got another one.”

Riolta’s eyes might still have been caked shut by sperm, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t use her hearing, though she might want to clean out her ears later on, to recognize the sound of a heavy streamer of precum shooting its way across the room to smack into the wall.