The things he does to pay the rent...

Jacques timidly sticks his tongue out and starts licking away. It tastes... surprisingly good.

Jorella giggles at first - evidently she's rather ticklish - but those laughs quickly give way to moans as Jacques grows more adventurous.

Soon he's got the little merchant gasping and pleading for more as he works his magic on her.

"OOOooooh! Jacques! Do it! Worship me!" Jorella babbles as she continues grinding away against his face.

He's hellbent on making her cum. The money has become secondary, now he's doing this to boost his own ego (he's always bragged about being a fantastic lover, although the jury's still out on that). He wants her to cry his (fake) name so loud everyone staying at the inn will hear.

He decides the best way to accomplish that, is to put his 'magic' fingers to work. Slowly they slide along her bountiful butt, up around her shaking hip, before snaking back down towards her other natural treasure.

He can feel her leaky love juices trickling down her inner thighs, before they drip onto his own chest. He's about to move in for the kill when she suddenly yells.

"S-stop! I d-didn't say you could touch thaaaaaaat!" Jorella wails as he strikes, his hand moving like a cobra toward her unprotected cunny.

It connects, and Jacques is surprised to discover she's completely shaved down. Not that it matters right now. He's more interested making this little bird sing as he tweaks her bean and fingers her wet, welcoming love tunnel.

"UNGGGGNNNYYEEAAHHHH! JACQUES! JAAAAAAAAAAAAACQQQQUUUESSS!" Jorella wails as her body convulses and her pussy sprays him down.

The merchant slides forward, lifting her ass away from the conman's nose as Jorella's face falls inches away from Jacques' aching, neglected member.

"...tolyou... nottadodat..." Jorella mumbles, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"Are you mad at me?" Jacques smugly asks as he sucks her juices off his finger.