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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Contendly would Xanir purr after finishing shooting off the last load of her climax, adding more to their sticky mess on the sofa as excess spunk and vaginal fluid of hers continued to leak out. Still tingling all over her body from her release she'd run her hands all over herself in anticipation for more. "Sorry honey, making or popping out babies would be bad for my work. But I will bloat you up nicely for sure, I have so much left in these balls from my last customer who didn't last until my first orgasm. Ahh~ The agony of being born with so much to give.. I'm going to need another hole at this rate." She says in between her breaths while she had already begun thrusting again with even more sex-driven vigor. Smacking her hips into the troll loudly as she took hold of her again like a sheath to ram into her cock ruthlessly as before.<br/>
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Her eyes wander down and past her shaft at the troll's other pucker and grins widely, moving one hand down to at first finger her other hole before sliding in her fingers in and out, trying to find her prostate to prod it. "Althooough.. If you can convince me more I'd consider knocking you up. With that pretty mouth of yours perhaps we'd have a deal..?"</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>The troll would feel Xarin's claim for more to be truthful, already feeling her freshly claimed love-tunnel filling back up with thick, throbbing flesh. Purring to herself, she'd feel slightly crest-fallen at the refusal of bearing the elf's offspring. Even in such a seedy place, it'd be nice to have something to nurse that wasnt a hangover if she was planning on staying. Her concentration on the thought of having a belly bulging with half breeds, only inspired by the rough piston-like thrusts she was taking back in her womb.<br/>
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She'd gasp, feeling fingers begin to probe her lower entrance, squirming and feeling around for her manual release. With big, round eyes, painted on a face messed with sweat and strands of thick crimson hair, she'd peer up at the elf almost pleadingly. Without saying a word, she'd squeeze her bust together, enough to squeeze a thickening stream from her over-abundant reserves, opening her mouth wide with a tongue hanging out expectantly. Hopefully she could take the hint that the terms of the deal sounded fine to the needy Zakizi as well.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>