The inebriated lord was rarely drunk enough to pass up a good rutt against a pretty whore, and this was no exception. The pressure of her squeezing lips and flicking tongue roused him, quickly ensuring there was a thick, heavy enough rod to nestle neatly between her lips. A few suckles later and it was growing toward it's full majesty; thick, firm, and flushed an angry red. The drink did, though, bring moans, grunts and growls of appreciation that weren't entirely characteristics, but which summed up her progress well nonetheless. This was the beginning of a blowjob that even sober he wouldn't sneer at.<br/><br/>But that wasn't what he wanted. He'd had her mouth already; it felt depreciated for being used, and doubly so for being used by Stayan. "I've neither the time nor the willpower to train you tonight, Slut, but nevermind. Open your cunt for me, pretty slave, and try to stay quiet while I fuck your pretty insides"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>