“Ah, sweet sir, f**k me soundly. Drive me to my end,” she growled as her body roared in rapturous exclamation. Surely these two pricks were more than one fair slave could take! But there was more. Aptly primed, she swooned, feeling her husband abruptly remove the wooden stalk, and then poise himself at her behind and thrust his meaty prong into her last realm of virginity.
“Aaaaaaaauuuugggghhhhh!”
Two erections were far more reckless than one real phallus and one fake. As though jousting for a prize, they worked her holes in frenetic rhythms, each his own. She would try to capture one and hang on, only to have the other become more demanding. Mountbane grabbed her hair, while Sir Tristan grabbed her sides. Would they tear her limb from limb? And would she care? Grappling between the two,
