The position did make it easier, able to wrap one arm around the back of either thigh. The slap of flesh on flesh denoted that she was indeed thrusting, or trying very hard, to stuff every inch into the velvetine depths of the lust crazed elf. Every hard thrust rubbing and jostling the length of leather pushed into her own needy sex, causing her moans and groans to be just as boisterous and loud as her partners.<br/><br/>The bed creaked and rocked with the force of every drive, even if she was a goblin she was still able to give the bed problems to deal with. Her nails gripped into the soft skin of her thighs, leaving slight red marks as a souvenir of the raw fuck that would surely last a few days. "Havin'...fu-un are w-w-ee?" She had to say something, she was a goblin and they liked to talk, in any situation...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>