The ork grunted in amusement at the dryad's breathless taunts, pausing for a moment to savor the tightness of the smaller woman's body around her girth... and then, with a casual display of force, gently grabbed the dryad by the hair and pushed her back down into the sequins, keeping her in a nice tripod position with her ass high above her head. A cold pressure on Amber's bared ass let her know that the ork had grabbed hold of one cheek with that massive, clockwork arm of hers... and with a firm squeeze, the bodyguard pulled the stripper's ass further apart so that she could have a bit more room to move in the pinned woman's dirty hole.<br/><br/>"Nothing, you say?" The woman's voice was a barely audible grunt, and she pulled her cock almost completely free of the stripper's bowels... only to slam forward again, smacking her balls into the other woman's and causing the whole trunk to slide an inch forward across the dusty attic floor. "Your body doesn't seem to say nothing... But if you want more..."<br/><br/>The bodyguard's weight pressed forward, and without giving Amber time to even catch a breath she began to really pick up the pace, pumping her hips so hard and so fast that the dryad's waist was practically being lifted and smacked back down again by the bodyguard's toned belly, cracking the elf's hips into the trunk's lip again and again and driving that thick ork sex into her so hard that she could feel each thrust in the pit of her belly, harder and harder with each moment that passed, until she could have kept pace with a train's pistons...