<strong>"If you want your cock in my mouth it will be before it's been up this trollops backside."</strong>Maeve said firmly.<strong>"What sort of girl do you take me for Cyrus Pike? Besides my spit on your shaft will ease your passage up her bottom."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I know full well just what sort of girl you are, you lusty old thing."</strong>Cyrus laughed.<strong>"Don't think I don't know that you were having to wash that knight's seed out of your overheated furrow this morning."</strong><br/><br/>Cyrus wasted no time, grabbing Maeve's red curls and batting the end of his fat cock against her lips until Maeve opened her mouth and took the bulbous tip inside. He used his grip to pull her head onto his shaft, amused at the way she was made to gag and gasp for breath. That Maeve wouldn't object to being used roughly was already apparent, Derrick himself had used her forcefully only a few hours ago and the wench had responded with gusty to being manhandled and used at will. Cyrus lazily pumped his cock in and out of Maeve's mouth for a couple of minutes before he was satisfied that it was good and slick with spittle. He pulled it free, a rope of spit extending from it's tip to Maeve's lip for a moment before breaking.<br/><br/><strong>"Now old girl, spread her tasty little cheeks for me will you?"</strong>Cyrus asked his partner.<strong>"It's been a while since I had the girl this way and she might be a little tight."</strong><br/><br/>Maeve placed a palm on each of Ivy's cheeks and pulled her hands firmly apart. Ivy's bottom crack widened letting both Cyrus and Maeve get a good look at the tightly clenched knot of her rear passage. Cyrus hawked and spat, a thick gob of spittle scoring a direct hit on the dark brown crinkled ring of muscle. The spit slowly trickled down the crevice, tickling flesh as it oozed thickly.<br/><br/><strong>"Lovely sight ain't it?"</strong>Cyrus gloated, whacking his hard shaft of meat down like a small club onto soft flesh just above Ivy's sphincter.<br/><br/>The blunt tip pressed against the knot and Cyrus lined himself up with one hand. He slowly eased his hips forward letting Ivy squirm as the force being exerted on her anal ring increased.