Even Lyrio, who goaded her into it, couldn't help but let his sneer falter as his lips pursed and puckered in delight. He<em>loved</em>breaking in a new girl, watching,<em>feeling</em>her be conquered inch by inch. He relaxed his fist and let her fire hair slip through his fingers as she writhed and buckled on top of him, snaking her way down his shaft. Squeeze as she might, there was no soft spot, no pudginess to pinch save the fat tip plowing through her channel! With no place to anchor herself, she could only slide down to the hilt as his cock split her wide and gaping.<br/><br/>And watching her hold it in, little squeaks and mewls slipping out from her lips as she fought the urge to scream, just made him even harder. His old manhood flexed and shifted inside her without warning, its curving hooked shape scraping her deep. Lyrio soaked in her arousal, her stifled thrill, and the knowledge that his ultimate target was just outside pacing the halls. Arisa had no idea. By welcoming him into her inn, giving him that first little inch, he'd take the whole mile, starting with the first 8 inches up into her waitress's cunt.<br/><br/>"Oooh, you like that?" he teased, folding his arms behind his head and gyrating his hips in a circle. "Or maybe the ride's too big for a little girl? My dream of you had a lot more shouting and rutting... Maybe you could go get Arisa for me and then go practice on those country boys of yours. She's probably been around her share of real cocks."<br/><br/>He knew he was being mean, but he also wondered if the redhead wasn't a bit jealous of her mistress anyway. Plus, he preferred hiding conquests from husbands, not other women. Lyrio gave Shayla a sudden slap on her ass, either to intimidate her off of him or else jump start her howling and fucking. "What're you afraid of, crying out and letting her hear how good you're getting it? I bet you spy on her taking it all the time, why not let her hear how a<em>real</em>fucking sounds like?"<br/><br/>The old merchant then gave her a gentle, fatherly smile, like he was rooting for Shayla, and believed in her. With the hand that gave her that last slap still rubbing her ass, he began slowly lifting Shayla off his cock, not fast enough to make her think he was done with her, but definitely slow enough to savor her wet, tight grip, and give her just enough time to either slam back down with a big, throaty scream or have him slip out, leaving her gaping and whimpering in defeat.<br/><br/>"Or maybe you want this old man to take charge, huh? You into that, little girl?" he suddenly asked, stopping just as her pussy lips puckered at the neck of his cockhead. Most girls he lured or tricked into bed were aggressive, good enough to overlook his ugly mug but only to savor the package he let them grope between his legs. But if she wanted to be punished instead... well, she<em>was</em>young enough to be his daughter. "Want me to punish you, honey?"