Ammon's nostrils were filled with the smell of Ryann's desires, as he rammed his hips into hers fiercely in repeated motions. Wincing slightly as her nails dug into his skin, he ignored the slight stinging as she presented more of her body to him and moved back into him with each thrust. Ammon pulled back on Ryann's hair hard enough for the back of her head to rest against his collarbone as he whispered heatedly<strong>"Your body is mine to do with as I please...Should any other man bury their cock inside of you? You will find a sword to replace it..."</strong>Before he shoved his lips down against hers hungrily from an elevated position and drew his hips back further before slamming them into hers as his heavy cock probed deeply inside of her body and withdrew and entered the freshly deflowered gladiatrix's tiny hole. The baths were filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together as he grunted lowly with each thrust and shoved himself deeper into her, his eyes closed as he gasped almost silently at Ryann's tightness and panted heavily against her lips while taking her.