She seemed to respond quite favorably to his sudden command of the situation, unable to reconcile with the wildfire of her lust and knowing that it was<i>him</i>slamming into her she yelled her frustration and wriggled with renewed vigor, again to no measurable effect. She squeezed her slick walls down on him even harder, the tension the same as some of the hand jobs he had received from previous lovers, which was a remarkable feat in and of itself.<br/><br/><i>She can’t take it, teetering near the brink of orgasm she panics, trying to push me out with her all her vaunted orcish strength, but to no avail. Shall I bring an end to your torment, give you that thing that you are trying so to desperately to avoid? </i><br/><br/>Reaching up to grip her shoulders at first he pulled himself forward in time with his thrusts, delivering even more pounding force into the orcess’s quivering womanhood, his grip then shifting down to clutch onto her chilled breasts, her height and the size of her boobs keeping him from doing anything more than squeezing their outer perimeter, the sensation of touching what he wanted when he wanted more than compensating.<br/><br/><i>Do it! Cum! Shudder and writhe beneath me!</i>he silently commanded, his breathing reduced to ragged, animal gasps, eyes mere slits beneath a tightly furrowed brow slick with perspiration.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>