Eve could feel every inch of the girls throat around her thick meaty cock. The girl in turn could feel every vain, every inch, of her shaft swell and churn getting ready to let her load fill the Dark skinned woman's gullet. The balls on her chin twitched and the sweat from them radiated the heat and need off every pour of her skin. Balls churning at the thought of filling those lovely cheeks already bulging with girl meat in them.<br/><br/>Hands gripping Saeris throat tighter and pushing herself as far as she could in before reluctantly pulling back only leaving the tip of her flat headed horse cock in the girls mouth, laying it across the tongue. Each inch she pulled back was fighting so painfully against her own need for release and the woman's death grip her throat had on Eve's meat<br/><br/>Finally she let her load out, thick hot ropes of cum, the first one being enough to fill a liquor glass, the ones after that able to fill two shot glasses each. Her mouth however was full after four spurts of the sweat tasting cum. The bitterness the woman no doubt found in other men was not there, only sweat, fruity tasting semen filled her gullet and poured down her throat. Her mouth filled too far with the sweat girl cum, the corners of her mouth gave way and so her the passage to her nose, cum finding every which way it could to escape from the greedy maw of the human.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>On the other other side of the bar there sits a troll, and off duty bouncer, not one of the gold capped tusked trolls but someone who worked the night shifts, maybe not the tallest troll in the world either. He has a massive scar across the right side of the face, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand and a rather bored looking expression on his face. Wearing a hood pulled back and hanging loosing at his back, leather straps crisscross in front of his chest and behind his back.  His right tusk broken filed down to a nub on his face while the other still large and pointed has notches carved into it. Under the straps around his chest is a purple and red shirt with only one sleeve, going right down his wrist leaving his other arm free to the air.<br/>His normally baggy leather pants covered in chains are down around his knees, His long blue troll cock half open to the air, the other half trying to force it's way into a goblin. Under the bar the girl tries her best to get the whole length into her but there just isn't enough room in the small girl.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of bucking the bored looking troll grunts as the already painfully tight girl howls, tightening on his length and going limp, forcing him to slowly slide her off his still fully erect mass and lay her on the ground where she hobbles towards her post.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow as another girl is unceremoniously dropped and bent over the table right beside him, this making the third. He really needed to find a better bar to drink at. Pulling up his pants, which could do only very little to hide his girth he looked at the trolls and the elf. “As much as I'm against slavery I'd assume we can't just put up any old slut, what if she has teeth down there? The undead messed with her, she could be filled with acid.” Looking over the curves of the woman. Raising an eyebrow inspecting her. “How about this. I pay for a night, call it test drive, and we can throw her to the hounds after I'm done?” Grinning and running his hand down the back of the girl making his way to her plump ass and slapping it rough enough to leave a dark red hand print on his skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>