Considerate, she liked that!  Not the most skilled, but considerate and stubbornly determined.  His fingers were thick, his tongue and lips - and beard, honestly - were stimulating, but it really wasn't until the fingers got into her backdoor that she really started a sprint towards the finish line.  Gritting her teeth and digging her fingers into the flesh of her calves, she finally let out a scream as she came, thoroughly squirting over dwarven beard, nose, and lips in her release.<br/><br/>A shiver and a smile on her face later, she was more than receptive to Flint as he pulled her by the hips to the edge.  The initial penetration made her squeal with delight and her toes curl, releasing her grip on her own legs and instead gripping the table as her legs went up over his shoulders, ankles crossed behind his head so he had a better hold to work with.  He was rough, but she was receptive, and it may have been for him but really the stretching and feeling of it was doing it for her too, perhaps not as quickly but close enough.  Her moans echoed off the walls with curses and pleads in Undercommon, pulling herself into him as best she could with her hold on the desk, wanting more and more of the dick in her as her head was practically thrashing about on the table...