“I’m always such a slut after sparring.”
Thrak laughed and threw his arms wide. Porn “Mmm, I am so glad to experience that again.”
“Don’t stop licking me,” pleaded Faoril. Do it. “We’re not done,” he growled. My heels drummed in the grass and dug into the dirt as I writhed. Do it. Orcs rarely crossed the Rheyn Mountains to raid the Kingdom of Secare. He knew how to fight with an ax. They dwelt always in hide tents, forever roaming the plains following the herds. I covered my nose against the stench with my left hand, the right gripping a vial of cum, ready to down it if I needed my magic. “You’re married?”
“Yes.”
“And where is your cock? And sexy. “And if I win?”
“Well, I’ll fall to my knees and worship that cock tenting your kilt.” I licked my lips.
