“Let me help you upstairs.” Pounding wenches will always prevail over punching runts. XXX Everyone knew there’s no love lost between the Alfelders and their neighbors—the little marsh-folk. The blonde belle looked positively inebriated. Valeriya held onto his arms for dear life as Jörg pounded all his anger and passion into her. That is, if that is your wish also.” But he wasn’t waiting around for her approval—he was already untying the laces of his breeches. “You always let strangers fuck you when you get drunk?”
“Yes!” screamed Valeriya. The stagnant air smelled of a peculiar combination of wood smoke, fried mutton, freshly hurled mead and men-sweat. Jörg pulled himself out almost completely, and then thrust in again.
