Who doesn’t like olives?

Accepting the cup of wine that Sophia’s offered you, no doubt in an attempt to steer your attention away from her daughter, you take a quick sip of it and then establish eye-contact with the busty brunette that has somehow lasted this long without becoming the subject of one of your men’s affections.

She doesn’t look away at having your gaze meet hers, but instead pull her lips back into a pearly, radiant smile, not needing to be told before starting to move towards the couch on which you’re reclining with small, measured steps that succeed in both showing off her nimbleness and gracefulness as well as drawing your eyes to how her big breasts are bouncing underneath the silky fabric of her tunic as she saunters closer to you still.

“More wine, master?” The olive-skinned beauty asks as she offers you the cup-filled tray that she’s carrying, and your cock stirs at the sound of her voice. Not only is it melodic and as smooth as honey, but there’s something about her mischievous pronunciation of that last word that when combined with the look that she’s sends you makes you feel certain that she will be one of the most memorable lays of your life.

As she’s now standing next to the couch on which you’re placed, you can tell quite easily that the brunette is nearly as tall as you, and the tunic she’s wearing can’t hide how her narrow waist flares out into a wide set of hips, while her smooth, silky thighs appear from underneath the hem of the thin garment.

Shaking your head in response to her question, you note with no small amount of satisfaction that she lets out a soft gasp and narrows her eyes when you place one hand against the inside of her right thigh, spreading her legs for you a little as you proceed to move your hand up towards the hemline of her tunic, which is brought closer to you for a moment or two when she takes the opportunity to place the tray on a small table next to your couch.

At the same time as your fingers ducks in beneath the soft fabric that clings to her curves, you watch her slowly sliding both of her hands up over her hips to cup and fondle her breasts as they rise and sink with each deep breath that she takes, a feminine moan escaping her lips when your index finger comes against her sex to allow you to feel its wetness. There’s no sensation of strands of curly hair tickling your skin as let your hand travel up and down the length of her slit, leading you to suspect that she’s completely smooth down there.

The brunette’s face is such that you would call her pretty rather than classically beautiful, with her roundish chin and button nose helping to give off the impression that she’s not so much statue-material as someone you’d love to have lying next to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and now said face is contorted into a lustful grimace when you twist your hand and use it to cup her moist quim, her glossy lips puckering themselves up to reveal her pearly teeth when you push your fingers forwards to disappear in underneath her buttocks. You grin at how her thighs come back together to pin your wrist between them in an obvious effort to keep you from pulling away, with a faint whimper of disappointment coming from her when that’s precisely what you choose to do next, using your superior strength to **** your hand free and then slipping it back out into the open.

Noting with no small amount of satisfaction that the palm of your hand is streaked with strands of her wetness, you quickly wrap your other hand round her wrist and pull her down onto the couch, to which she first responds with a startled yelp, then an intoxicating giggle as she readily allows herself to be manhandled by you so that she ends up straddling your waist, her bald sex placed against the piece of hardened leather which hangs down in front of your loincloth.

Smiling down at you over how your fingers are playing with the hemline of her tunic, the brunette reaches down to grab hold of it before pulling it up over her head, freeing herself of it before dropping it onto the ground as you’re captivated both by the gentle curvature of her smooth stomach and the jiggling of her ample chest. Her breasts are truly incredible, their impressive size in now way having resulted in much in the way of sagging as they sit firm and round on her chest, each buoyant orb of soft, inviting titflesh being capped with a small, hard nipple that’s a shade or two darker in tone than the lustrous skin that surrounds it.

Placing your hands on her now naked hips, you break eye-contact with the brunette **** for just a moment to look over at Sophia and her daughter. Both women look quite out of place as they sit as mere observers right in the middle of what is quickly turning into a proper orgy, their faces bright red and their hands nervously placed on their laps as though they don’t know what else to with them. But even as she sits like that and with her head slightly bowed, Sophia is looking at you and the ****, apparently in spite of herself. Unbeknownst to Sophia, her daughter is peeking over her shoulder, her teeth digging into her lower lips as her eyes are fixed on the naked **** that’s straddling you.

“Girl, what’s your name?” You ask the brunette as you turn your head to meet her gaze again, not failing to notice how she’s circling her delicate fingers round her nipples, possibly in an effort to egg you into locking lips round one of the dark, erect buds.

“Celeste,” The brunette replies, arcing her back away from you to further showcase the size and splendour of her tits whilst grabbing hold of your right wrist and guiding it in between her legs. Just like you suspected, her pussy’s shaved completely smooth, and is even wetter now than it was before.

“Very well, Celeste, free me of these clothes,” You make a show out of leaning back to relax while Celeste rapidly sets to work, acting in compliance with your wishes when she slips down between your legs and deftly undo the straps keeping the piece of leather protecting your manhood in place, letting it land atop her tunic as it lies on the tiled ground.

As the libidinous moan that Celeste produces when your cock shoots out from underneath your loincloth to press against your left thigh causes you to smile, you consider whether or not you should have Sophia and her daughter stay, or if you should have them escorted to their rooms.