Timidity was not commonplace in the Bobbing Head, and Namarie was glad to see it was far from present with this orc. Whilst she herself was not exactly as blunt speaking as others, she was hardly subtle - and it was surprising how often people just did not take the hint. Even in this place, where the reason for being here should be completely obvious, to newcomers or experienced cumsluts. Namarie knew which category she fell into.<br/><br/>She was incredibly pleased to see that this orc was not one to stand on ceremony, and her head lolled back slightly as she felt the heavy grip against her breast. It was rough, but not enough to hurt. Eagerness, excitement - not that Namarie needed any more indications of this. The throbbing bulge was as pleasant a reminder as you could really get. It was about time the eager little weapon was allowed a slice of the action.<br/><br/>She disregards the slight slur from the orc, this tavern hardly being a place for sensitive hearts or bruised egos, and wordlessly slides out of her seat and onto her knees. Not an unfamiliar position for the friendly Kaldorei. As she slips down, the Orc's hand still firmly on her tit, it's entirely possible the movement would cause her loose fitting dress to slip down slightly, revealing more of her pink globes to her new friend. Not that the elf cared even in the slightest, her entire attire would soon enough be ruffled up into a ball and covered in cum within an hour.<br/><br/>On her knees now, Namarie sets to work freeing the orc warrior from captivity. Her skillful hands move over the bulge with familiarity, undoing the leather shorts with practiced ease. Soon enough, the fleshy spear sprung to attention, and the elf took a moment to appreciate it in full. Only a moment though, she was wasting precious cock sucking time every second that the meaty weapon was not in her mouth. Although it would be a little more yet, half the pleasure was in the anticipation. Well, ten percent at least.<br/><br/>Slender elven fingers wrap around the shaft, slowly exploring upwards, whilst the woman moves her lips to gentle kiss at the balls, all the time looking up at her new best friend. She soon starts to kiss along the shaft, moving up slower and slower until her tongue snakes out to caress the head just once, greedily lapping up any precum that may already be present. She stops again, her hand resuming it's vertical movements, looking up at her green skinned companion.<br/><br/>"So. How are you finding your visit so far?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>