“Well, Leia, it seems you enjoyed that. You must thank Uta for being so generous as to soothe your hurting tits. For remember, it is she, after all, who had defeated you. Surely, you must be the one to pay your tribute to your conqueror.” The lusty rogue was clearly enjoying himself now. “Come, now, it is time you paid your proper obeisance. On your knees!”
Leia slipped free from the loose embrace and fell to her knees before her rival. For a moment, Uta looked down at her, unsure as to what she was supposed to do.
Her master’s next words made his wishes abundantly clear.
“Turn around, Uta. Spread your legs and lean over.”
The bent-over pose with her hands supporting herself braced on her knees had the effect of protruding her rear end so that it stood poised just in front of the eyes of the kneeling woman.
“Go on, Leia!” Gratius ordered with an impatient hiss. “Kiss her ass!… Nicely, and generously, now,” he warned. “Show your victorious mistress that you’re equally gracious in defeat as she was in winning.”
Leia followed his orders, leaning forward to bring her lips to the proffered ass of her rival. There she planted a long lingering kiss; and, at the words of delight and encouragement from her master, she began to kiss and lick that jutting bottom, while Uta arched her back and wriggled her shoulders in agitated delight.