Drek'thar's sweaty flesh boiled like the sun exposed sands. Those delicate fingers *digging* into him set of his sensory nerves and earned Lucille an extra thrust and ~splurt!~ from his quivering form. His eyes half-lidded, he stared at the ceiling in blissful disbelief. Humans weren't supposed to be that durable, and with all the equal treatment laws he didn't dare be that rough with an orc woman. And yet this supple embodiment of perfection begged him for every ounce of his ability!<br/><br/>He squeezed her flesh gently once more before a hand moved to rest on her back. Still panting to catch his breath, "Th-that was... In-*fucking*-credible." His heaving form pressed into her hot breasts and stomach as he basked in equal serenity.