While some may have been offended by the brusque nature of the orc's hand in their hair, Aine took the firm grip her snowy white locks suddenly found themselves in, in stride. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a pleasured sigh through her nose, a groan reverberating in the cavern their mouths had formed. The pleasant, slow exploration of her slender ( and quite sensitive) ear only seemed to exacerbate this already pleasant reaction. As the fingers explore, the older woman's body pressed closer and closer as her precarious position on the stool's flat top allowed. The wood creaked and groaned in protest beneath her weight as she shifted toward Huni, leaning against her bodily and deepening their kiss as she continued to suckle lewdly at the tongue trapped between her lips.<br/><br/>As soon as the intensity began to sharply climb however, it broke like a wave upon the shore. Aine pulled back in defiance of the hand in her tresses. There was a loud pop, a lewd squelch as she released her new green companion's tongue and the only reminder of their intense moment was the long bridge of saliva that glistened as it bowed between their slick  lips. A pass of her tongue upon her blushing, swollen lower lip cleared the spittle and she let out a loud, almost content sigh as she opened her eyes and turned them upward toward Huni's own. Her features were flush, breathing already heavy. “Well...” She cleared her throat and laughed heartily, her body still close to the orc's own. "Older women, hrm?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>