Mal grunted and groaned with each rough thrust into that sopping hole. The half-orc's strong hands held the elf in place, pulling that bubble but and hips back into each powerful thrust of Mal's own hips. He right hand would occasionally leave the girl's hips when she pulled out to smack the elf's rump, only to grab ahold again in time to pull her back into the invading shaft. Bit by bit, the half-orc's strokes were getting shorter, but they were also getting faster and rougher with each passing moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>