Her playful struggling only encouraged me further as I felt her growing arousal coating my fingers as they thrust into her.  I lean forward, whispering heatedly in her ear.<strong>”You call me a bastard for doing this and yet I can feel how much you truly desire my cock.”</strong>With a slight gyration of my hips, I feel the crown of my manhood press against her nether lips and with one powerful thrust bury myself to the hilt.  A surge of pleasure coursed through me, heightened by Lisa’s reaction to feeling my girth inside her.  I only spend a moment savoring her tightness clenching around be before I start taking her properly, thrusting in and out of her forcefully yet with no particular haste.<strong>”Your pussy is so wet, I bet you’re just begging me to cum inside you even if you refuse to admit it.”</strong><br/><br/>The heat of her nether embrace was doing wonders to scratch that itch that went unfulfilled with the baroness.  Sure, she may be some simple bar wench, but I certainly don’t mind the occasional fling outside of the aristocracy.