His eyes were filled with lust and his tongue made a disgusting sweep over his plump dried cracking lips. He did not wet them so much as leave a trail of saliva. With the pleasure of her velvety sheath overwhelming his senses he would shake as he thrust into her, groan with each wet slap when their hips met. Occasionally his balls would give a slap to her ass and cause a grimace.<br/><br/>"By the gods, you are a willing little slut aren't you. The boys are going to love passing you around." His paced slowed a bit but his thrusts became harder and more deliberate. His face twisting in an attempt to hide how much pleasure was bounding through him, how close he was to releasing himself inside her warmth. His cock throbbed in anticipation.