Making their regular monthly visit to the tavern, as they spent their savings from doing odd jobs and sales from the market this morning. Their having to be some business tonight, but nothing much happening for any of the wenches. Taking a sip of ale, as I wipe my hands on my hips and then push my damp hair back of my shoulders. I can feel the warmth of the open room on my backside as I watch for a few minutes, noting that the smithy has not returned to his work. “What girl,” a questioning look on his face? Letting him feast his eyes on the fat cunt lips and the wet walls as he pulls his finger out and then pushes them back into my tunnel. My cunt lips now sore and raw from the continued battering of the not able to remember at this point, man against my swollen and sensitive labia. His hands squeezing harder on my breasts, tears forming in my eyes from the pain. Some mercenaries, merchants, soldiers and just travelers, keeping dry and wetting their whistles. Looking down I see his cock, still semi-hard and long, the head dripping cum, staining the front of his breeches.
