She felt the knobbly cocktip press up against her lips exploratorily, and Zahrine protested with pursed lips and clenched teeth. “What you want, meat?” grunted the first orc to even take notice that the girl they spent the evening passing around like a dispensable pleasure object. Milf porn but if she live, we still use!” Zahrine’s heart sank. This orc was just as much of a gauche throatpounder as the chief was. Her throat bulged to accommodate the dick in it. Back and forth, the debilitated and dishonored shadow priestess received her steady supply of orcish throatfucking. She had felt this feeling before when she had fallen in battle. Opting to play it safe, the Alliance liaison had gone for a low profile and summoned her faithful steed, Justice. “Orcs,” Zahrine confirmed under her breath. It was salty, but less viscous than the glue-like orcish spunk that had been filling up her belly. Can’t say that I’m not at least a bit surprised,” remarked the man to another member of the detachment. “GET HER, BROTHERS!” roared a voice from
