His lips curled around his tusks as her lips moved but barely a sound came out. The troll hooked his palms under Phos' body to pull her sweaty, heaving back to rest against his firm chest with a brief slapping sound.<br/><br/>Sokar hooked his fingers around the half elf's chin once more to turn her head so she could see him. The other hand slid beneath the back of her thighs to hold her somewhat "sitting" on his palm. He easily supported her weight as he carried her over to the next closest stool and sat suddenly, causing her to bounce on his cock. He let out a sigh of feigned frustration. "I didn't quite catch that, pet." He let his long, pointed tongue roll out over her shoulder and up her neck before slipping off at the top of her cheek bone. "I asked 'who's fucktoy pet are ya?'. Let's see if ya can be a little louda!" Three fingers gripped one of her bouncing tits and gave it a coaxing squeeze, evening tugging at the nipple as it hardened. The rough, careless grip of his calloused hands held her fat tit in a vice-like grip, her supple flesh bulging between his fingers.<br/><br/>The hand that held her until he sat on the stool pulled back and ran his clawlike fingers across her belly before slipping down to roll over her clit. His rumbling voice hissed against her neck, "I'll even fuck ya face up so ya can see how pleased wit'ya ya masta be."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>