I brought the head to my mouth and began to lick down the length of the shaft. I could feel every bump and vein passing through my breached sphincter, every inch he forced deeper. Porn “There!” Roared the big orc as he gestured to me, now plainly silhouetted against the moonlight. In times of great stress, emotions run rampant, and I was struck with the odd desire to burst into laughter at the sight of this enormous orc adjusting the distance of the paper from his eyes like a near-sighted cleric. I looked back at Brock with the sluttiest expression I could muster, my eyes pleading, my lip pouting. I could see the indentation of him pushing beneath my flesh as he forced my guts into me.
