Within the Tavern Walls 14 + video

NOTE: The video has sound, so please make sure there is no-one around before you play it! :) In the days following the encounter, Mrs.G felt the change inside of her - the memories of what had happened stirred her in ways she couldn’t ignore; her pussy grew wet just thinking about it, a betraying heat pooling between her thighs. Several times, alone in the quiet of her bed, she had slipped her fingers beneath her skirts, touching herself not with thoughts of her distant husband, but of the different elders who had claimed her. Their hands had touched her, fingered her, their mouths had licked her, and finally fucked her, each memory driving her to quiet, desperate release. Now, four nights after receiving another man's cock in her pussy, Mrs. G felt a restless hunger simmering within her as she tidied her empty tavern. The last patrons had slipped into the night, leaving only silence and the dim glow of amber light. The heavy door creaked open, and a solitary elder entered—short, hunched, his dark robe clinging to a diminutive frame, but his eyes blazed with raw, unspoken intent. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his weathered hand cupping her face as he pulled her into a deep, wet kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, hungry and insistent, tasting of raw desire, and she melted into it, a soft moan escaping her lips as heat pooled low in her belly. His other hand slid beneath her skirt, fingers brushing her already slick folds, finding her wet and ready. A low, satisfied hum rumbled in his throat as he teased her briefly, stroking her arousal before pulling back. He tugged at her clothes with rough urgency, peeling them away until she stood bare before him, her skin prickling under his intense gaze. Then, shedding his own robe to reveal a small, wiry body and a thick, imposing length that made her breath catch, he gestured with a sharp nod. "Take your position, Mrs. G," he growled, voice thick with lust. She obeyed without hesitation, bending over the sturdy oak table, palms pressing into the rough wood, her body trembling with anticipation. He gripped her hips, his massive length pressing into her, stretching her slowly at first, then thrusting deep with a force that rocked her forward. She gasped, the fullness consuming her as each powerful push drove her against the table, the wood creaking beneath her weight. "Look at you, dripping for me," he sneered, pace quickening, his tone hot and mocking. "Bet your husband never got you this desperate, huh? Just a needy little tavern wench now. Do you like my cock inside of you?" Shame flickered, but her body arched back, craving every inch, the forbidden fire igniting fast. "Yes!" - she said and shattered with a choked cry, trembling as he grunted, spilling hot inside her.