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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote"><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><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Expectantly she'd wait on the troll's reply while relentlessly preparing her tight pucker with her fingers, breathing in anticipation of what's going to happen next. Sighs then dripping with delight over her choice of answer and as she pulls out her cock entirely to squeeze out any remaining spunk over Zakizi. "If I could frame that look on you right now.. delicious. I will be right back for this one.." Her words came out almost feral. Giving one last thrust into her other entry before sliding out<br/><br/>She crawls over the troll much like a wolf ready to devour her, grinning widely in excitement. Her twitchy rod slides in between her stacked milkers as the tip nears its destination. Sits up again when close enough and reaches down for her face to take hold of and slip as much of her meat she could into her mouth. "Here my breeder to be.. Help your king with the cleaning." In position, she'd begin riding into her mouth with the intent of blowing off another load down her throat. A strong overwhelming scent and taste of musk, sweet juices and creamy seed would likely take over the troll's senses.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>