His hands were amazing. Did the Marshal use his hands like this to every girl he comes across to bed with? Guinevera thought to herself as the Marshal's fingers exited her snatch with a subtle after-effect that left sort of breathless. As the hands briefly left her mound, they moved their way to Guinevera's hips and the strength in the Marshal's arms lifted her pelvis up. She already knew that what the man's intentions was and with her hand still on the Marshal's joystick, she positioned the tip of his cock at the door to her love cave. Just the connection alone was enough to leave both of them breathless. Guinevera was afraid that he was going to impale her with his manhood, but fortunately, he had avoided doing so.<br/><br/>The Marshal head her in place over his cock, the tip of his cock and her pussy lips puckered with each other, clearly ready to go to the next level. Guinevera imagined once more that the Marshal was her husband, though he clearly wasn't due to the circumstances. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing, holding her over his lap, waiting to penetrate her. But she was impatient. "What do you mean, 'No more games, Marshal?" she briefly asked before slamming herself onto the cock under her, shoving his whole length inside her pussy. The pair let out a yelp and felt the intense vibrations as they winced in silence. Guinevera took a deep breath, the sound of which was able to make a man faint with lust. She turned her head to see the Marshal fall back onto the bed, and she smiled. Then she began to ride as if she was riding throughout the night without stopping.