#350956 - “I’m the scout, or at least, the first scout. Shae’s hands were so focused trying to pry the Orc’s calloused hand off her heavy breast, trying to free it from the brutal mauling it was receiving, cupped, squeezed pulled and pushed against her chest, that she ignored the relatively painless intrusion of the thumb in her mouth, but, as she felt hot breath against her lips and the hand at her breast lessen its grip she realised her error. The heat of it filled her, it’s size stretching and owning her, able to feel each pulse of Iphi’s heart through her straining cock, able to feel each tiny ridge, bump and vein as it rubbed against the walls of her ass, her ring gripping her tight, like it never wanted to let go.