Varres thrust up for a third time, teeth clenched, eyes locked on to the orc’s eyes, blue like treacherous ice. Pressing down with his heels and shoulder blades onto the smooth stone floor, now warmed from his body heat, the blood elf arched his body upwards, the tip of his needy cock bumping insistently against the orcess’s elusive snatch, but never slipping in. Growling in apparently frustration the sin’dorei shifted his hands ever so slightly with each violent effort, working towards wrenching them free of the orc rogue’s muscle-bound thighs.<br/><br/>“ Oh come on! “ Varres snarled after his latest effort failed, the anger on his face and in his golden eyes real while the mind behind them calculated the amount of effort he would need to slip his hands free.<br/><br/><i>One more thrust ought to do it….</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>