Phosphoria shuddered when he talked to her, her entire being already submitting to his sheer strength and masculinity. She loved it, every second of being pinned to the bar and talked down as if she was nothing more than a sheet for his dick. When she felt his wet fingers wipe off against her back, she bit her lip to hold back any moans from the feeling of his twitching cock combined with the shuddering delight of the cooling droplets that left a trail against the small of her back. Her eyes seemed to close each time his slab of meat slid out of her, caressing her depths and befuddling her mind with the lewd thoughts of being taken so publicly.<br/><br/>She wondered if anyone was paying attention to her. If there were any eyes upon her nearly naked form. The only thing she still seemed to be wearing were her strips of leather that had been unceremoniously shoved up to her waist. Her purple laced panties pushed to the side that were digging into her sensitive folds each time the troll hilted himself back into her depths. It's lace was both tickling and tensing her, as she felt every movement of sokar within her body.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot open again, not from pain or pleasure, but from the sound of rinkling glass before her. He had started to fuck her, and voice turned to a hoarse moaning when his crown would rub against the deepest parts of her inner walls. She was so horny, so incredibly aroused by the notion of being fucked against a bar inside of a tavern, by nothing other than a filthy unknown stranger, that her juices dripped down her legs like a waterfall of honey.<br/><br/>A sudden cry of pain pierced through the humid air of the Bobbing Head, when sokar pulled her by the hair to whisper into her ear with that rough voice of his. She could feel his warm breath tickle over her sensitive lobe, sending shivers of pleasure to the tips of her ear. She already began to feel her cunny building up, small pleasurable spasms spreading through her loins that made her sheet even more tighter than it had already been. Phosphoria began to sqeeuze her cunt around his cock on purpose, hoping to make him feel more pleasure. Hoping to make the person who mastered over her proud.<br/><br/>''I am..'' She whispered, barely audible, her tongue flicking over her red lips as she still savoured the taste of his seasalted finger upon them. ''I am Sokar's good little fucktoy''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>