The carriage arrived at the castle gates as dawn bled through the clouds.
Inside, the mother-in-law's hips swung up and back in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the carriage's movement. Her thick ass, bare and reddened, clapped against his thighs with each descent. Her hands, gripping his shoulders, were white-knuckled. Her mouth, open and drooling, produced sounds that were not words. Moans. Whimpers. The broken, animal noise of a woman who had been riding cock for the entire journey.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
"AH...!! ... HNNGH...!! ... OUNGH...!!"
Viktor, seated on the bench, let her do the work. His hands, on her hips, guided the pace. Not fast enough. He slapped her ass. The sound, sharp and wet, echoed through the cabin. Her cheek rippled. She yelped. Her hips, stung into compliance, moved faster.
Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!
"OUNGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... I cannot... AH...!! ... HIEEENGH...!!"
