Back and forth, the debilitated and dishonored shadow priestess received her steady supply of orcish throatfucking. Each thrust forward was punctuated with a meek “gl’urch,” or a spluttering “hr-rrk.” Each pitiful protest to the raid on her maw quivered her vocal chords and hummed pleasingly around the chief’s blunt tool. “Human good for orc pleasure, men!” Grunted the chief, plugging merrily away at Zahrine’s hole as if it were any other. Another chorus of laughter rang out from the yes-orcs abreast him. Meanwhile, below his belt, Zahrine was making a show of pushing at his bulging, green thighs. She scratched at him, punched at him – albeit with her energy drained, she couldn’t pack much ‘oomph’ in her protests – and pulled at the wrist wrapped around the back of her neck as if she were a whelp. She hadn’t had a breath since the chief started reaping the rewards of his conquest, and she could feel every thrust of the brutal dicking coax another few moments out of her dwindling oxygen supply. Her face grew hot. Her eyelids snuck closer and closer together. “Human bitch going limp!” warbled a far-away voice from somewhere down the deep, dark pit of amateur warm blackness Zahrine was fading, slipping down into. Next to her, she could feel her own hand be lifted, then drop lifelessly to her side again. A trail of thick throatslop leaked down over her bottom lip, over her chin, and was waterfalling down between her breasts. She had felt this feeling before when she had fallen cumshot in battle. Realizing this brought Zahrine the knowledge that she was about to be throatfucked by some savage swine unaware that humans need to breathe to live. This time, she might not be brought back. She might not come back. She could no longer feel her esophagus stretched around the orc schlong like a slippery, fleshy condom. The tightness of her throat’s cock invasion was all she knew – other than the callused fingertip prodding at her forehead to see if her lights were still on inside. She didn’t have the lifeforce left to respond to it. “I can’t believe this is how I’m going to go out.. facefucked like some Goldshire Tavern wench..” Zahrine thought, and was surprised by the volume of her own internal voice. As she tumbled over the rain-slick precipice and into the neverending void of death, she felt a warm, gooey sensation spurt down what must’ve been her throat. The tacky paste rushing compilation down her well-used tube came in spurts, and slid all the way down into her belly where she oral could feel it pooling. Zahrine never imagined that her final thoughts would be of the comforting, almost pleasurable feeling of a fresh batch of orc seed spilling down into her. All things considered, there were worse final moments. That was when everything came rushing back, all at once. The first sensation that she recognized was blowjob the bitter taste of cheap health potion. Goblin make. Duke at his bowl and oral resting, licking his amateur throbbing cock. I’ve decided get off this bucket in Curacao. The arrangement would humiliate Erica, which made Laura wet, and it would also give her access to another cunt to degrade and hurt to make Laura feel better. I like looking at it.” When I was really bad you would beat my butt with it hard, but this time it was going to be against my bare butt. I extend my hand and we introduce ourselves to one another. I plan it while driving back from Lincolnshire, but then, think I am being stupid. cumshot He tears it in half and pulls it off. One day a girlfriend of mine told me it felt really good when a boy licked her pussy. He moaned and shuttered as the sensations of sex surged through his body. He was wearing a black speedo, and it was apparent to all that he was sporting quite a large package between his legs. Orson was intrigued with this and so made an appointment at the library to discuss this with her in one of its meeting rooms. You girls coming in, we can keep an eye out and see if anyone is coming. She stood, we wrapped our arms around each other and she put her head on my chest. She headed home and I suspected the vibrator was going to get a trial run. I ached to unite with her, blowjob to bring America and Great Britain so close together. Khonshu - God of the Moon I looked down at the photos, evaluating each of them as best as I could. The only way Grace could take Rhyhorn's big thick horse compilation cock was by using the O-Powers herself. Our eyes meet. She began sucking and licking it as she opened my belt and jeans. I smiled. “Yeah, you have,” he said. So many people crying my name.