Knowing I would have slid to the floor if his hands didn’t hold me in a viselike grip. Enough said on that. One hand swiping under my skirt to clean the excess cum from my cunt and legs, licking it from my hand as I return to refill tankards in the area of the man I just fucked. Unfortunately easy to flip up and reach under as men cop a feel or look. Looking up at the big man, my hands pushing at his apron, lifting it away, as they touch the front of his breeches. Moaning softly, a quick wince of pain, as they squeeze too hard, feeling the heat of the room, heating my body, inside and out. I can smell the scent of my skanky cunt, as my grease lubes and oozes from my hole with each stroke. Kneeling in a puddle of water and skank and finally standing up, seeing the gaze of awe or is it fear in the eyes of the young assistant, as my still firm body is displayed as I reach for the burlap material handed to me to dry myself quickly.
