Aife gently takes one of the vibrators out, then pushes it into her backdoor, intensifying the rumbling by doubling the number of toys back there. “Mack,” she looks up at him, closing one of her eyes as she rests his cock on her face, “I intend to polish it with the dew gathered upon my feminine flower, whilst thou rail from behind like a beast.” Hm. The language was a bit flowery, but it worked with her outfit. Slowly, she turned around, bending over and spreading her labia as she looked over her shoulder at him. He’d have to kneel to get properly lined up, but she intended to make it MORE than worth the trouble.