Mal couldn't get enough of this girl. She was like some sort of drug. She had given her one of the roughest fucks in her life, and she was still moaning like a whore, wanting more. The half-orcs hands ran over that bubble butt, squeezing, kneading, and occasionally smacking it to watch it jiggle pleasantly. She then spread those cheeks, her thick thumb finding the elf's puckered hole, a sly grin on Mal's face. "Hmm... maybe we should play with this hole, next."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>