**Along with adding the chapter number with these posts, I’m also adding the series title now too. Other chapters are in my post history.**
The table squeaked with each thrust. Plates full of food clattered to the floor, spilling expensive meats and drinks. Servants would come in later to clean up the mess. Richter could afford to be wasteful. As the Governor of Bayreach, he had an income to rival kings, even if most of his physical authority was restricted to a guard corps where half of them were drunk half of time. A whole chicken rolled off the table and fell with a splat.
Giladi held the far end tightly, bent over and legs spread. Richter’s fat, sausage hands were wrapped around her waist, his gut on her lower back as he continued to fuck her in the ass. As far as their sexual adventures went, being bent over was as good as it got, because then she could twist her face in frustration and grit her teeth. When she was on her back, she had to smile and moan like a ditzy whore.