Even the Marshal was as cold as the desert night, he was still a man underneath all that ruggedness. His apparent weakness when against a woman was his manhood, which didn't disappoint even the Madame of the house. As she took him deeper into her mouth, she could hear his apparent vulnerable state when a woman had his cock in her control.<br/><br/>Guinevera ignored his cold answer, and enjoyed the moment of his body betraying him with each passing minute. She momentarily took the dick out of her mouth -- though a firm grip with her left hand replaced her wet tool -- and began licking his family jewel, her nostrils inhaling his musky smell of two week out in the wilderness catching a bandit. Her left thumb briefly pressed down the head of the cock while her fingers and her palm caressed the top part of the member. When her thumb felt a little bit of natural lubrication, she withdrew her head from his inner thighs and allowed him to sit down on the mattress. Still on her knees, Guinevera inserted the manhood into her mouth and sucked on it like a rare ice cube, allow the dick to slide in deeper by the half-inch.<br/><br/>She knew her plan to have the Marshal for the rest of her life was a failure, but she wasn't going to back down. She at least was going to have him for another night, and maybe the next night as well.