Miriam was drawn from her efforts to shy away from the man by his calling, blinking in surprise...and immediately her attention was drawn to that ... behemoth. How was it even possible for his body to support a shaft like THAT? She mused, and yet the way the goblins were lasciviously playing with his long, hard shaft only made her own modest package throb under her shorts, tugging it forward as she clamped her knees together even more tightly. "..I...um..." She dared not look directly at him, waging a battle between her nervousness and an unusual desire to... follow. "...I..."<br/><br/><i>Loosen up, Miriam..</i><br/><br/>With her friend's words in her mind, she slowly gathered the courage to nod, standing up awkwardly as she tried to close her thighs enough to hide the package between them. It had swollen enough that one could see the bump peek just out from her tight shorts, but it was clear that it was far much less of a size than the man she was approaching. She wobbled uneasily with this nervousness, brushing her hair to try to push it away, and when she was only a few steps away from the man's seat, stumbled and fell with a gasp, landing on her knees right in front of him.<br/><br/>Well, at least she was 'hidden' this way, she thought to herself, looking at that huge shaft that now throbbed in front of her face. It was so, so massive... she wasn't entirely sure what to do, so she observed the goblin women, drawing her soft, violet lips over the eleven-inch manmeat, trying to cover whatever spots the other goblin wasn't. She slowly began to draw her slender fingers over the shaft to explore it, touching and exploring its hot, throbbing length as one would admire a new toy or weapon. "...how do you have enough blood for such a huge shaft..?" She inevitably blurted out, though she continued her actions as if she wasn't fully aware she said it out loud.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>