The man grunted and leaned back against the wall of the stable as Brea began to work his shaft.  Brea's oral skill was far better than he had envisioned and he began to reassess his earlier plan of letting her get his cock wet and then shove it in her.  She was better than some whores he had paid double for.  He moaned and let his head fall back as she blew him, his head thunking against the wooden wall.  He knew quickly that he wouldn't be getting what he had originally planned.  He wasn't an evil man, but he did enjoy shoving a woman against a wall or a bed and taking her by force.  But the way she was twiling her tongue around and alternatingly sucking and kissing was far greater than simply slamming his cock into her.<br/><br/>He groaned as she squeezed his balls as they began to tighten.  "Ugh," he groaned, "Maybe I won't take ye in the backside," he grunted, "Yer mouth is too wonderful."  He knew he was approaching his orgasm, and promised himself that if he wasn't going to bury himself in her bottom or her cunny, that at the very least, he'd paint her hair and face white with his spunk.  He was the man after all, and what was she, just some bar wench?<br/><br/>Brea, of course, knew that the man was completely distracted by her attentions.  An owlbear could walk by them and he'd likely not notice.<br/><br/>