"Oh, does it now?" The clone kept running its fingers up and down the blue Grummush's length, slowly. At least until Ros is suddenly interrupted when she suddenly feel the orc's length pressing against her. She smirks, placing her arms around the orc's broad shoulders. "I believe my exact words were<i>'prop me up on the bar counter and fuck me silly,'</i>if memory serves." She rubbed herself against him, clearly eager and ready.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>