It rains on Isa's belly and face

As Ivan plopped Isa down onto the floor of the tent, he first whipped his own cock out. Isa felt his flaccid member rub up against her through her dress, and then felt the double friction as her dress and undersmock rubbed against both the tent floor and her body that they were being slid off.

Now naked, Isa didn't bother covering up as Ivan rubbed his cock furiously. This was nothing like Magnus's delicate retraction and replacement of his foreskin that allowed Isa to take in every detail of his glans and frenulum, but rather a simple and rapid sliding motion as Ivan's hands curled around his penis and whacked back and forth.

Soon enough, the fruits of Ivan's labor found themselves on Isa's belly, leaving thick goopy trails from the top of her groin to her breasts. Much to her consternation, a stream actually hit her chin and came dangerously close to her mouth as she could smell the musk hit her.

Ivan was satisfied with his work and went about squeezing his dick of the remnants. He then put his penis back in and picked Isa up, leading her out of the tent. Isa protested at leaving her clothes and lockbox behind in the tent, but Ivan appeared not to understand her and just shrugged.

As Ivan limped Isa around this side of the battlefield, he didn't want any of his cum on his outfit, so he turned Isa's back to him, which Isa didn't fail to notice flashed her intimate anatomy - and the shame on her body - towards the moonlight. Eventually, however, the two reached the great tent with the Pecheneg commanders.

"She's all yours, gentlemen," Ivan plopped Isa onto the floor yet again, pointing her pussy straight at the Pechenegs who were smiling and nodding their approval.