Under Lyrio's pounding, Shayla's lissome thighs couldn't help give way, her knees sliding until her hips were bounced against the sheets by his hard rhythm. "Good girl," cooed the merchant, over and over again as he slid his hand off her neck and eased his weight onto her back. "Just like that, let the whole house know whose good little girl you are."<br/><br/>It didn't take long for tension to build again. Shayla was ever tight, gripping his shaft so hungrily as he sawed in and out of her sopping cunt. That wail was beautiful, too, causing his hips to tighten and pull his cock into a sublime, new angle inside her. The coins he dropped for her jingled with their rutting, a chime to remind the girl that he bought her just now.<br/><br/>"Keep going... keep screaming just like that!" he suddenly groaned, picking up the pace. "And say my name this time... say 'Lyrio' for your old man!"<br/><br/>He was disgusting, even he could admit that, but it had to be done. How could he hold himself back and twist Arisa around his finger with his balls full? Just one look at the innkeeper last night and he knew, he'd want her every second he wasn't having her. So he had Shayla instead, and damn she was good, maybe good enough to let him look Arisa in the eye and not break into a cold sweat, or cross his legs to hide an erection.<br/><br/>And if she heard what Shayla just screamed, maybe she'd be the one folding her legs anxiously instead! Shayla may have admitted she could never catch Uther's eye, but the truth to Lyrio was whatever he could afford to make happen. Let the innkeeper mull over her suddenly not-so-perfect husband, and his suddenly not-so-perfect cock! Between Shayla stroking his cock and ego, and Lyrio just stroking his ego, he was more than done. Collapsing on top of her completely, all control in his limbs gone, he began to shoot weeks of pent up spunk into the poor girl, not caring in the slightest if he gave her more than he paid for!