With a grunt, Willard squared his hips and thrust against Spring, and as the force of his motion hit her, she squealed with pleasure.
It had been a few weeks after the first time she offered himself to him he was willing to fuck her proper, and a few weeks still before he let her share his bed, but now, three months on, this was as much a part of the daily routine as training, meals and baths.
For an old man, he was still vigorous, and the nights when he took her on all fours, as he did tonight, had quickly become Spring’s favourite. Willard had learned this quickly enough, and tonight’s ride was her prize for a good training session. She had gotten in three solid heartstrikes, and hadn’t taken a single blow herself, a task that was easy enough when she put her mind to it, something that the new reward structure certainly helped with.