(Make a roll who is going to cum first)
As the nearly identical, at least from an exterior view, slave ship pulls up alongside La Veuve, Renee sees a chubby man in his 50s on the poop deck, next to a more rugged looking sailor - probably the slave trader and a captain he's hired.
Isabela feels the woman's delectable juices on her tongue, as the nun leans back against the wall. Soft, sweet little moans echo through the cellar, as the courtesan pleases her. "Y-You, ooh, that feels..."
"Wonderful!" The governor smiles. "I'll have the document ready for you this evening. Perhaps we can have a small celebration, when you come to pick it up, hmm?" The old man's eyes return to her chest.
“A pleasure to meet you, lady Seraphine. Thank you for all you have done for us. Do let me know if there's anything I can help you with.” Mariel greeted the redhead with a small, polite bow and a smile, before turning her attention to her mother. “It is good to see you, mother. I hope you are doing well.” She smiled warmly at the older blonde.After making sure the pirates she leaves behind on the Sea Swan are the few sober, sensible men on her crew, Mariel heads back into town, before stepping into a small boat and rowing along the coast. After a while, she comes along an old plantation, the fields empty, but the small, one story house in decent condition. Stepping off onto the beach, Mariel heads inside. The house is mostly quiet - only one light shone through the window, and Mariel heads into the small dining room, finding her mother drinking tea. Mariel had feared that the deaths of her husband and sun might have destroyed Catherine, but the noblewoman is a resilient sort.
"My sweet. Please, come." She lowers the pistol in her hand and uncocks the flintlock - even if the presence of Mariel's mother here is a secret, this is a pirate island after all, so caution is always a good idea. "This is Seraphine, an old friend - she's the one who arranged this old estate for us." She gestures to a redhead across the table.
"Enchante. It's the least I could do." She smiles. "My husband is the governor here. He has very little actual power, but if there's anything I can do to aid you, don't hesitate to ask."
"I should let mother and daughter speak alone. I hope our paths will cross again." Seraphine smiles, before turning and exiting. After a moment, the blonde speaks. "I am, though I worry for my daughters."
Marlene scream from pleasure, as waves of orgasm take her.
Peter, his mission complete, stops holding back. He groans, before unleashing a torrent of his seed deep inside her womb, and collapsing atop her.
"Ahh... Ahh.. Ohh.." Marlene heavy breathing as suddenly Peter's heavy body pin down her to desk. She gasp for air, as bosun tight cover her.
Catherine chuckles, embracing her daughter with equal warmth. "Worrying is what a mother does - and my days of beauty are over. I have no use for it anymore."
"You're not bad yourself, rich girl." Peter chuckles, breathing heavily, though not as heavily as hers. "Heh, sure, I'll keep your secret - if you keep me satisfied." He reaches out to where cum oozes out of her well used opening, patting her clit heavily with his fingers.
Marlene didn't yet recover her strength after last orgasm, and then Peter already teasing her again.
In the cabin, Renee finds another of her girls waiting, as she commanded earlier. "The captain thought a man of prominence deserved more than one woman to entertain him." She smiles at him seductively, flashing an excited smirk at Renee when the man isn't looking. "Quite right." The businessman licks his lips, far too horny at this point to wonder why the captain isn't in his cabin. "I want to see the two of you together, first. Give me a show."