He was tied between two pillars in the dungeon. The chill down here did not seem to worry her nakedness. Conan looked down at the back of her head .. feeling her mouth full with him.
His cockhead felt enormous crushed down her throat. Her back was cloaked with the long black hair she had released. Not that he wouldn’t have wanted to ….. not been with a woman in days. The sight of his nakedness .. and the offer of her .. he wasn’t going to turn her down. Her or anything female the way he felt right now. Knowing full-well what was going to happen when she had bound that cord around the root of his cock. A flush at the thought of her going down on him … yet still feeling torn. Knowing his Fuckship was not out to please.
Why, then, had they made it impossible for him to close his legs together. As if he’d have wanted to .. good-looking woman, shifting out of her clothes, nipples stood proud and mouth-watering in this chill .. fucking winking at his cock .. his cock answering back …….. why the hell should a red-blooded man be making it hard for her? To lick away at his balls?
Because they knew something he did not know ….. His fucking-Lordship’s henchmen had spread them wide with an iron bar. Those aching gonads of his worryingly prey to any evil intent she might get ordered to. But for now Conan was relishing the high from the hardness of him inside her. The strong waves of powerful urges as she sucked hard on his cock.
That warning to her .. not to let him cum .. his Fuckship wasn’t bothering to disguise his intent. No plans here to please .. no kind consideration because Conan wasn’t going to be with a woman ever again. He’d get Conan hard .. then His Fuckship would get down to whatever else he had in mind.
But cum-or-not, that wasn’t the fucking point. Even if she couldn’t risk him cuming in her .. if he could have, Conan would have taken the slave girl into his arms. Crushed her in thanks to his hard chest. Filled her mouth with the power of his tongue.
In overpowering gratitude. He was HARD. After that ball-busting on the wedge ….. The girl had got him hard. Despite that fucking bucket of rocks dragging his strength of will out through his nuts .. she was slurping on him hard down her throat. She could have looked like the backside of an ox, for the way she had him .. HARD .. she was the most ravishing woman Conan had ever had. Fuck, did he want to show her how! After his gonads had known only torture for hours. FUCK! He was hard! He still could ….!
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