While Lyrio certainly hoped the matron was hearing all this, all scheming went out the window once Shayla surprised him with her hunger, her tightness, and her skill. He shut his eyes and reveled in the girl's talent with a big, puckered 'O' spreading his lips, and his own stifled grunts suddenly broke letting a heavy, lustful groan tremble its way from his crotch, through his hard, broad stomach, and into the air as he arched into the bedding.<br/><br/>"So...<em>tight</em>!" he cooed, his hands reflexively dropping to her hips and squeezing as hard as she did. "You little lying minx! You... shouldn't be fooling around with an old man for... your first time!"<br/><br/>Not that he actually thought she was a virgin. Not this little slut, who took him to the hilt with just a little goading. But he couldn't help it, he just had to return the favor. She buttered him up with all her shouting and pleasured ranting about his tool. He hoped Arisa heard<em>that</em>at least. He let her ride him as she pleased, because he certainly was! But in time, he could feel his age catching up, and not wanting to let youth win in a game of stamina he suddenly pulled Shayla off his cock, and then tossed her face first into the bed.<br/><br/>With his heavy build he pinned her, one hand on the back of her neck, another helping his wet cock prod and slap her ass and pussy he'd lifted into the air. "Another... job," he heaved, catching his breath and waiting for his near orgasm to settle down. With another series of clinks he fished out the coins he promised, and one by one dropped them into the bedding next to Shayla's lips.<br/><br/>One. Two.<br/><br/>Three.<br/><br/>A third coin landed with a light chime on the others. "What's that oaf's name? The porter? I want you to scream his name, scream and say how much<em>better</em>and<em>bigger</em>I am than him." And with that, he entered Shayla, this time rutting her just how he liked it - rough. The lithe thief of a waitress could bounce all she wanted on him, but that was nothing compared with the force of Lyrio's muscle and weight behind every thrust now. "Go on... you don't want me to stop, right?"