The Art of Persuasion

Tywin had to admit that he had lasted far longer than he had expected. The pleasure was now getting to be too much for him to contain however, his thrusts becoming both frantic and unmeasured due to the haste with which he was thrusting now. His entire body was feeling the pleasure wash over him at the rate of knots now and he had to hold it in just a little bit longer until Darcie herself reached her finish.

Judging by the increase in volume and her thrusts back against him, he was fairly certain that Darcie would finish soon and once she had done so he could finally let himself go.

Grunting and panting in both effort and pleasure, Tywin tried his best to continue giving attention to her breasts even as Darcie's tight cunt began to finish around him, tightening up at the same time as becoming both hotter and wetter. He managed to hold on long enough for her finish to come before he felt the last of his resolve crumbling away as his thrusts were now both frantic and, likely, bruising in their intensity.

With a roar he thrust himself hard into her one last time before holding himself there as he finished, shooting rope after rope directly into her hot core before he sagged slightly, now much more tired. Withdrawing from her with a pleased but tired groan, Tywin moved to the side to lay down beside her,

"I think your world's traditions may have some place in my world after all... because that was excellent."