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You walked around Brigitte’s shuddering form. By the time she mustered the energy to open her mouth to ask a question, you’re in position and fill her mouth with your prick. The shocked villager automatically sucked your cock. “Lick it clean, taste your cum and mine, mixed, just as they were in your cunt and in your womb,” you commanded.

For all her braggadocio about her skills and experience, it’s clear that she’s only ever fucked boys who went straight for her pussy, never anyone as experienced, inventive, or perverse as you, even at twenty. Her very inexperience is a turn on as she laps at your cock, enjoying the taste and clearly filing it away in her repertoire. Your cock hardens swiftly as the bar wench suckles your cock, like a drunkard sucks at a wineskin.

“Good girl,” you roll onto your back, your cock escaping her lips as she moaned in disappointment. “Get your ass over here and ride this cock, already, you’re supposed to be thanking me for saving that ass, right?”

She staggered over to you and guided your cock into her pussy and began to bounce up and down on your cock, letting you relax and enjoy the riding she was giving you. It also left your hands free to grope her breasts, each of which is more than a handful and by now her nipples are hard as rocks, pressing against your palms. Though she obviously had little experience at it, she rapidly managed to master the art of bouncing without ever losing her grip on your cock. Tight pussy muscles helped her, a lot. They helped you too.

“This is fun, I’ve never done it this way,” Brigitte said, in between moans and the slap of flesh on flesh, hands rested on your chest, short nails pressing into your flesh.

“Of course not, it’s a trick I learned from an Amazon. Now ride that cock, show me how grateful you are that I saved your ass,” you repeated, subtly suggesting a perverse act to the woman astride you, wantonly riding your cock, breasts bouncing in the cool cave air.

She pushed herself back, throwing her head back, hair brushing against your calves as she thrust her breasts out at you, arching her back and grinding down hard on your cock, to buy herself a moment to think. The friction and squeezing and bouncing bought her the time she wanted as you groped and moaned.

“You did, you know. If it weren’t for you, that slaver would have bent me over and fucked my little box, then he would have carried me over to the barn and those fuckers woulda fucked my ass until I couldn’t walk. Would you like to fuck what you saved? I’ve never done that, it’s perverse and degenerate, but it’s not like I’m some temple virgin, if you want it,” she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in his ear for a moment, “you can have it. You can sodomize me, bugger me, like the lowest class of whore, like a ****. I’ll let you and I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” she whispered, temptingly.