You must relieve your huge, sweaty balls (H.S.B.s)

As her “friends” chatter in the background, Gobnait’s eyes have not left yours.

Confidently driven like a divine misogynistic god, you reach up with your right free hand and grab the hair behind the neck of your new redheaded friend. Simultaneously keeping your other hand attached to her left tit, your grab her nipple and pinch as hard as you can.

Gobnait’s mouth opens in a perfect oval as a moan gets lost in her throat, a stifled noise coming out more guttural than linguistic.

You pull her head backward, arching her back as her chest thrusts towards you.

Rock hard pink nipples jut out, as if threatening to cut through her thin tunic.

With your hands on her tit and the other her neck like a mother her cub, you hold her there as she shudders, paralyzed by her sudden inferiority. You give her head three quick shakes while she’s arching to angrily interrupt her bliss and deliver a suggestion of your abusive intentions.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a table facing the blonde and brunette, decorated with cutlery. The women must have been preparing a meal before you stumbled in.

Quickly and crudely, you pull Gobnait towards the table, jerking her by the hair. Untouched by a man for countless years, her eyes roll back in her head as a bottled-up submission takes over your newest fuckpig. Her taller body follows where you guide her, as if you were somehow 3 feet taller. The nonsensicality of the situation just adds to the kink and hardness of your cock as this Irish-resembling eternal acquiesces to the short, skinny, smelly piece of shit that you are.

You guide and point her face where you’re going as you stumble to your desired spot, as if to show her what this table is now for. No longer a place to eat for her and her sisters, this table will be your face fucking furniture where you will mount her from now on. Both hands grab your arm as her ass protrudes out behind her, like a disobedient dog being led on a leash.

Deep down an unspoken, primal instinct is communicated in this moment that she will now have her face mounted here, balls slapping against her nose and eyes as she lays upside down with your thick cock lodged past her esophagus. An immortal being of legends on earth, her new purpose is whatever desire you may want, regardless of her willingness, for your pleasure.

With a crash, cutlery is thrown off the table as you roll the woman onto her back, head hanging off the short end of the table, giving you a full view of the tunic covering heaving tits and her bare ankles and feet. Underneath your gut and in-between your legs, Gobnait’s face is forcibly greeted with a direct view of your angry extended testicles, full of cum like you’re some kind of fucking man-horse.

At this point you have completely forgotten about the two other women in the room.