Brynhild

Verania has made the couple adopt the position that the eastern barbarians, who don't use letters but strange signs to write the numbers, call a "69". Having taken the top, she eagerly eats the cunt of the German woman, who lifts her head to answer her with a zeal offsetting her inexperience. Hearing my new slave moan on the verge of orgasm, I grab Verania by her hair and throw her aside, freeing the access to Brynhild's crotch, before I plunge my dick into her moist and willing pussy. My pounding makes her soon scream and groan and finally, in spite of her obvious attempt to refrain, noisily orgasm under me.
While I take breath again, she turns her watery eyes towards Verania who has stayed at the end of the bed and masturbated while watching us.
"Are you sufficiently avenged, o Tarraconese woman?"
"I will never seek any vengeance on you" Verania whispers in a short breath.
"And now, Master," Brynhild continues to me, "is it another thing that Rome can take from me?"