Both Cyrus and Maeve laugh heartily as Ivy's wriggling grows frantic as the wench realises what Cyrus intends to do. As the thick rounded bulb of his cock presses against her exposed bottomhole she desperately alternates between pleading and making threats, much to their amusement. Cyrus pushes his hips forward slowly, drawing out the insertion of his thick, hard shaft so that she can continue her entreaties.<br/><br/>The ring of muscle gradually distends under the rising pressure being exerted against it. Cyrus gives a contented sigh as the swollen head widens her ring enough to push into the hot tight passage. He pauses a moment or two with just the bulb of his cock inside the girl, revelling in the sensation as the beautiful serveant clenches her sphincter and writhes her behind in futile attempts to either bar him further access or expel the intrusive member.<br/><br/><strong>"My ain't she a lively one today?"</strong>Cyrus chuckles to Maeve.<br/><br/><strong>"That she is."</strong>The redhead readily agrees.<strong>"Openly defied me so she did, and attacked me like a little wildcat."</strong><br/><br/>The tavernkeeper sitting on her back bent down, bringing her head close to where Cyrus's cock entered the girl. She spat on his shaft, letting the spittle dribble down his cock to pool in the crease where Ivy's widely stretched passage gripped his flesh.<br/><br/>Cyrus resumed his pushing, easing inch after inch of his thick burning flesh up inside the distressed serveant. As it was slowly engulfed he forced her thighs wider apart to relieve her tightness slightly. Soon his groin was pressed up against the golden globes of her backside and his shaft was sunk to it's root in the deliciously hot vice of her rear passage.<br/><br/><strong>"She's tighter than I remember."</strong>Cyrus commented.<strong>"I reckon it's been a little while since any of the guests mounted her this way."</strong><br/><br/>The inn's owner started to rock his hips, pulling his cock back and forth in it's new sheath. He slowly increased his speed and the length of shafting, Ivy's muscles were starting to relax and soon he was pumping his rod up her bottom with renewed vigour.<br/><br/><strong>"Aaah, but that feels good."</strong>The brute gloated as his hips repeatedly slammed into her rounded bottomcheeks.<strong>"I won't be able to keep this up for long. I can already feel my seed boiling in my sack and wanting release."</strong>