A... fairly normal p*rny prostitute (Patreon)

...with a pair of soft lips on either side of his enormous length, the prince quickly found himself back in blissful paradise, groaning as two pairs of eyes, one brown, the other pair green, stared up at him. Undoing their clothing as the two women serviced his titanic manhood, two pairs of huge, creamy pale breasts swung free. One pair easily twice as large as the other, the soft globes press against each other underneath his member, strands of saliva beginning to drip down on the jiggling pair.

As the group besides them nears the end of their second round, some look over to what the other two ladies, in what is quickly becoming a full-blown orgy, are doing. Their shock at discovering the prince's imposing tool not lasting long as they focus back on the busty blonde beauty currently servicing them.

Dragging their tongues up his throbbing length, Sophia and Beth sit up a bit higher and lean back, their busts pull apart briefly so that his tool can fall between the valley of their tits, and leaning against each other again, folding their arms around the other's torso to keep them  pressed snugly around him, the pair allow the prince to begin thrusting away between them.

Quickly building up to a steady pace, flesh audibly claps against flesh while the prince enjoys his double-titfuck, much like he'd done with Sophia and Bernadette in that alley days before. Unlike that time however, the prince hadn't been drained more hours earlier to the point of soreness. So, with the build-up of several sexless days behind him, the prince found himself humping away at the four soft and plush mammaries like a man possessed. A certain slightly envious blonde looking on when he burst, pulled back out of that heavenly valley, and stroked himself off the rest of the way over the redhead and the brunette, both eagerly lining up to receive each of his immense ropes, splattering against their faces and chests, getting mouthful after mouthful they eagerly and dutifully swallowed down.

Bernadette had progressed to sitting on her hands and knees, spit-roasted between two of her current partners, her own huge and heavy pair swinging two and fro as she was pushed and pulled back and forth along the twin members, long ropes of saliva mixed with precum, and several loads of spunk she had coaxed out of the four cocks at her mercy slowly dribbled off her beautiful body, getting flung around and splattering all over the place while she observed the other group going at it from the corner of her eye.

She felt the one in her mouth (and throat) come to a shuddering climax, keeping himself slotted firmly into her skilled mouth, the farmer's son came directly down her throat, and had to pull her head back himself as the last sizeable strand of warm seed splashed against her chin.

"m-more!~"

She demanded, falling to her side while the hung Farmer railing her from behind fell with her, never stopping his thrusting. Now laying on their sides, Bernadette reached down to her aching slit, rubbing the sensitive nub above it vigorously and spreading her already-spread lips further.

And she didn't need to ask for it twice, one of the sons who'd taken this opportunity to recover after his last round quickly moving in to attempt to force his own manhood inside of the desperate blonde right alongside the one already there. While another knelt in front of her and packed her bouncing udders around his tool to help himself to a titfuck...

Hey all,

Sorry for the little wait, but I found myself having to take some extra time to plot out the sex scenes for our current encounter and attempt to sync them up with uploads that don't need a lot of lore by themselves. Like, a medieval prostitute is pretty self evident what her deal is, especially if its just a normal human. Because the current scene is quite a lengthy one, and leads right into another where a couple of earlier uploads will finally make their appearance. ( Something to look forward to if you're somewhat invested in this lewd story I've been weaving) So a lot of lore would drag it all out. unless I pack A LOT of stuff into a single post.

But that sort of defeats the purpose of these being easy to produce.

That thing Muriel is holding is a folded up fan by the way to make herself appear more cultured and rich.

SoCarter out.