Even after fucking her way through every cock in the camp, however, she retained enough of herself to know her mission. Her prayer and confession to the ministry of horse cum, however, was cut short by a throat-clearing grunt from the orc chief who had watched the entire depraved goings on. Milf sex All that mattered was this fat schlong humping haphazardly at her gaping asshole. She would open her mouth when they would approach, and she would take them without a shred of resistance – or dignity. Being the tactical mastermind that she was after having been swiftly overrun by these pea-brained thugs, she also knew that she was his prisoner now. “That can be arranged,” retorted the orc in a surprisingly cohesive application of common tongue. In contrast with the rest of the chief’s skin, his dick was a deep shade of sage – no doubt from the blood rushing to it in anticipation of making use of what Zahrine was ‘good for’ in his degrading view of humans.
