Lace, who had, in fact, intended neither of those things, felt the corded muscle of the Orc's arms around her tighten and realised her mistake, helpless to stop Zu'gar she instead held on tightly herself, trying to brace herself for what was to come. Still gripping Lace to her body, Zu'gar rolled over, depositing the petite human onto her own sleeping roll and pinning her down with the massive weight of her taller, broader and doggystyle infinitely more powerful frame. Lace gasped and whimpered, her face trapped in the soft space between the Orc's swaying rounded tits and her sleeping rolls pillow, her breath, when she could draw it, coming out hot and humid, her face flushing as Zu'gar took advantage of her new position to ram her cock all the way back into Lace's waiting butt. Zu’gar tilted her head back and growled low as she thrust her hips into the prone girl, feeling a thrill run down her spine as the petite little thing beneath her hungrily wrapped her arms and legs around her body, clinging to her for dear life as the humans breath was forced out of her lungs with each powerful thrust. Lace was in heaven, her skin flushed and hot as the Orc all but ravaged her small frame, her pillowy thighs snugly wrapped around Zu’gar’s waist, not only inviting but pulling her in with each deep thrust, her every sense overwhelmed by the raw sexual pleasure coursing through her every nerve. As Lace held on, each new thrust bouncing her body and sending ripples through her doughy ass, she revelled in the forbidden fruit that was their coupling, losing herself to the animalistic nature of her powerful, even bestial, lover. She bit her full lip, stifling a long moan as she recognised an increasingly familiar shift in Zu’gar’s actions, her thrusts becoming sharper Hardcore and less in tune to the rhythm she had initially set. Arching her back up she felt every ripped inch of Zug’ar’s abdomen and chest press down on her, her amateur breasts luxuriously soft as the Orcess let out a deep but almost muted growl. Lace gasped and clung to Zu’gar, her hands splayed on her broad muscled back, fingertips resting on the start of an old pale scar as she felt the cock pov inside her twitch and pulse. Unable to help herself Lace buried her face between the Orc’s imposing tits bust, letting the pillowy softness of her heavy tits muffle what would otherwise be a cry of pleasure as she felt Zu’gar begin to spend her pent up load deep inside her. A moment of stillness passed as Zu’gar grunted, twitching her hips instinctually as she drained her morning load into the eager human, their breaths coming hot and fast, their embrace tight and unrelenting. “There…” Zu’gar spoke after a few long moments, her grin sly as she caught her breath much quicker than the cum-filled Lace, “I helped.” Lace let out a little snort of laughter, then blushed because of it, smiling broadly and relaxing even as Zu’gar rolled off of her, one strong arm moving under Lace’s neck, pulling her into a protective little hug. With a soft sweet sigh Lace melted into the embrace of her lover, her own ass still sore and tingling from the stretching, her hole dribbling only a little of the thick load now held deep within. Quiet and content as she was, she practically jumped out of her skin when a sharp knock came at the wooden boards of their caravan. Untangling herself from Zu'gar's oh so luscious body she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide and panicked as she looked towards the heavy canvas flap, immediate relief washing through her as she saw it still closed. The elderly men smiled at her as she walked by, staring at her ass and seeing the wet spot Michael had made. September 2nd, 2038 What we don’t like, we will modify our requests. How’s it going?” She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson's 'Redneck woman' and followed up with her own bawdy version of Heart's 'Barracuda'. “N.nothing,” she said and walked past me toward the couch. “Oh very well then,” she agreed and she knelt before me and gently cleaned my near flaccid cock with doggystyle the dish cloth before gently kissing first the tip and then the amateur shaft to rouse me. As I slid out, I could see my cum running out of her hairy snatch. pov She hands me a glass, "You drink that as is don't spoil it with coke" then hand me cigar and the cigar cutter, I cut it as instructed. When we got there we found an area of grass to spread out on and then Jon told me to take my T-shirt off Hardcore and then put my bikini on - in that order. Yes – with this change you’ll need to approve the selections. This time, Vishal was in better control and fucked nicely, stopping in between for a short while tits to suck and maul her tits. It was so mysterious. Amanda chuckled at him.