The blood elf grunted as the orcess’s thick, strong legs wrapped around his slim waist, and then a second time as she drove herself onto his shaft with savage abandon. Yet again she was turning his advantage into her own, her locked legs keeping him from inflicting all but the shallowest of thrusts while she herself could drive herself upon him with all of her might. Snarling with effort his amber eyes fixed her blue ones and he pushed with all the strength he could muster, searching her face for a betraying tremble that showed her resolve was weakening.<br/><br/>“Now…I know…how that crocolisk…felt! “ he managed to say, brow wrinkled fiercely and face reddened with effort, trying to his focus locked on her face and not her slick inner walls that gripped his manhood like a fist.<br/><br/><i>Come on, come on, dammit! Squeal! Give in to me</i>! his mind roared.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>