"Nice," the orc rumbled, letting out a long, satisfied sigh as he bottomed out, hips twitching as he sank into Emily, all the way to his hilt- By Grummsh, but she was *tight*, clenching wonderfully around him! Maybe there *was* a reason so many of da boyz liked 'oomie women, after all...He shifted his grip, sliding his rough hands down the sleek curves of the woman's body, gripping her hips tightly, holding her in place as she writhed beneath him, soft gasps parting her lips-<br/><br/>It was an effort, but Nbox hung on as long as he could, his rock-hard shaft pulsing in her delightfully tight sheath, lavishing little bites and licks on the bare flesh of her throat; He didn't know how<em>resilient</em>the 'oomie was, and he didn't want to take any chances. Finally, when his pulse was throbbing in his ears, when every cell in his body ached to bang her, and bang her<em>hard</em>Nbox started to move, rocking forward slowly, grunting as his club tugged against her tight, slick grip, relishing the torturously slow motion as he sank into her, then slid out, over and over again...