<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ee7XrNa.png)</div>Savoring important moments was something the Society instilled in its faithful--whatever those moments were for each person, it was key to a life of indulgence. For Shalyn, those moment boiled down to points of entry and points of release, for both her and her partners. Especially when her partners were two well endowed, lust-possessed orcs.<br/><br/>Shalyn moaned her approval right into Garsha's throat-ravaging cock as Raksha hilted herself inside her pussy. The red-head's body gave Raksha an immediate warm welcome, the tight walls constricting around her massive girth as if for dear life. Shay had a greedy body, hedonistic all on its own, and it was quite possessive of those dipping into the honey pot. Bonus points for Raksha, she was slamming right against Shay's cervix. Arching and rolling back her body in pleasure, Shay gripped the edge of the table for support as Garsha reached her peak.<br/><br/>Raksha would feel Shay tighten even<em>more</em>as the flood of orc-cum was pour straight down her throat. The sheer<em>volume</em>, the sheer<em>warmth</em>...it actually summoned blush to Shay's cheeks. Only orcs had this effect on her. Shay let her mind go blank, allowed herself to feel nothing but her belly being filled, her throat still being pounded, until Garsha was on the floor, sucking for breath. Shay had managed to save a mouthful of seed. As Garsha offered her compliments, Shay opened her mouth to show it completely filled with the orc's cum. She closed her lips, gave an exaggerated gulp for show, and opened her mouth again to show it completely clean. What made Shay a favorite among brothel visitors was the simple fact that she was an utter cum slut. "This one is grateful for your offering," Shay cooed. What had intended to be cool and sultry, ended up undercut by a lewd moan as she felt Raksha continue to ream her pussy.<br/><br/>Shay redoubled her grip on the tables end, the legs supporting her aloft seemed to strain and wobble. Few things piece of furniture could withstand sex when an orc was involved. "You like reaming pink-skin flesh, don't you, Rak?" An attempt to shoot back a taunting grin was thwarted as her lips contoured with pleasure, and her mind slowly going blank from each savage thrust.