Rhea tries to grab the Viscount's t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es to make them roll between her fingers, but between the huge c.o.c.k brutally pounding her little p.u.s.s.y and the vicious finger indiscreetly searching her a.s.s, she doesn't have the strength.

The Baron who holds her firmly by her ankles,takes great pleasure in spreading his thighs to the limit of their breaking point and as his wife removes her finger to insert her tongue into her a.s.shole, the bully accelerates the rhythm from his d.i.c.k strokes.

"Her giant b.r.e.a.s.t.s jumping out at the rhythm of my strokes hips defeated me. I'm at my breaking point. Dear friend, look how I'm going to spill my n.o.ble seed in her little c.u.n.t."

Rhea wants to moan. Between the tongue with the three fingers that now search her dilated a.n.u.s and this c.o.c.k that tears her so deliciously, she wants to scream to free herself but the s.e.x sinking down her throat prevents her from doing so.

The boiling s.e.x of this baron who has laid her on her side warms up her body already to its boiling point. The tongue that his wife has introduced in full into her a.n.u.s and who pulls forcefully on one of her nipples, makes Rhea lose all her points of reference.

The Viscount still fills her mouth with his enormous stem and finally, when she feels the Baron's s.e.x contract against her thin intimate walls and stick to the entrance of her uterus, Rhea believes that she will finally be able to breathe a little.

The hot liquid that he expels in the bottom of her, quickly mixes with her own love juice. His s.e.x still between her thighs, the Baron grabs her hips and pus.h.i.+ng further, his big c.o.c.k ends up spitting out the few drops of the milky liquid that overflow from Rhea's v.a.g.i.n.a.

"I've never seen such b.r.e.a.s.t.s before. They really deserve that I linger on them. Viscount, why don't we go somewhere more suitable for our evening?"

"Oh, you have all my congratulations on that magnificent internal e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, my friend, but, allow me to empty the contents of my b.a.l.l.s into her mouth and we'll go where you suggest."

Rhea, who to salute his efforts, has just come into tune with the Baron, must recover her wits to try to a.n.a.lyze the words the n.o.ble has just spoken.

"Swallow all my seed, my beautiful one, and let's follow my good friend who manifestly, wants to study your huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s more closely."

Before expelling his sperm in the back of Rhea's throat, the Viscount's big c.o.c.k seems to shrink one second and the next one becomes even bigger than it is.

Choked by the abundance of s.e.m.e.n escaping from the glans of the muscular man, and his big c.o.c.k that's lodged in the back of her throat, Rhea has great difficulty swallowing all the liquid offered to her.

Very happy to go to in his friend's private rooms that are known by all for their exotic toys, to better share the view of his beauty whose mouth overflows with sperm, the Viscount pulls his c.o.c.k out of her small mouth and presents the girl's exhausted face to his good friend.

"All right, before we head to my private playground, I'll have my maids bring your young lover a s.e.xy little bustier who will be able to reveal all the beauty of her enormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

While the baron leaves to settle the few details he deems necessary for a successful evening, the Viscount squats between the knees of Rhea, whose face wavers between exhaustion and bliss.

He puts his slightly rough warrior hand on the flat belly of the young woman who instantly emits a moan.

With his index finger, starting from her belly b.u.t.ton, the Viscount draws a line until her extremely swollen c.l.i.toris.

He smiles broadly as he watches her little p.u.s.s.y from which his friend's sperm is spilling out, and yet who palpitates so much that he guesses that the little animal is still hungry.

If his simple caress on her belly is enough to make this beauty moan whose hunger for s.e.x is no longer a secret for him, then what if...

To access her secret garden as he wishes, he spreads the two legs of Rhea who feeling the air tickling her large l.a.b.i.a majora slightly open, arches backwards.

The Viscount can only laugh at this reaction, which is exaggerated to say the least. As much out of excitement as out of amus.e.m.e.nt, he largely spreads her two large l.a.b.i.a majora soaked with love juice and s.e.m.e.n, then he places his index finger on her c.l.i.toris ready to explode.

"More! I want more c.o.c.ks at the bottom of me."

"Rhea, I'm a lucky man to be able to enjoy the body of the worst b.i.t.c.h ever born in our beautiful kingdom."