Riordan groaned as Desira's fleshy walls clamped down on his massive dick, providing pleasurable squeezing sensation on his shaft as he continuously pounded in and out of her. Each thrust slid in with a quick 'schluck,' the engorged, mushroom like head slamming into her over and over. As she went to stand, spilling her bag of 'toys' on to the ground, he grinned, and removed his hands from assaulting her tits to bend her back over. But before he could, Cortia replaces his hands on her tits with hers, and he frowns.<br/><br/>Thinking for a moment, he grabs her arms before she can wrap them around his neck, and twists them around her back, clutching them with one hand. The other he made a quick gesture, and a small mutter under his breath and one of the toys upon the ground, in particular a large, phallic object, drifted over to him. Smirking, he dug into a pack at his side with the hand holding the dildo, before bringing out a jar of ointment. It was a bit of a bind to open it and lather it upon the object, but he got it nice and lubricated. Still binding her arms behind her back as he thrust in and out, he brought it to her tight little pucker, working the tip of the fake phallus into her ass as he slightly bent her over.<br/>________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>As the old man made himself, known, Riordan tensed, but when it was clear no attack was incoming -for now- he continued thrusting. Eyeing the man warily, he says,<b>"That's more up to them, than anything, but at the moment I'm a bit adverse to sharing anything with strange people who come out of nowhere."</b>