A low rumble vibrated in his chest, Viloet's hands working a certain magic into his flesh. Skin red and veins throbbing, his cock pulsed hard and angry. As that rumble grew, Terrance felt a compulsion to wrap an arm about the halfling and thrust his fingers into her shorts. Cramped or not, he would find her slit and rub into her opening, letting the full length of it roughly graze her clit.<br/><br/>Terrance's rumble grew to a loud groan, his mind numbed briefly as Viloet's ministrations took their toll. As payment his dick vomitted thick ropes of gooey cum in rapid succession. There was no warning, no shred of courtesy given to the halfling. He was going to make sure all of it wound up on or in the small woman, even if only briefly. But the shear volume of it was incredibly abnormal! Certainly a larger man would produce more, but what was spewing from this man would have put an ogre to shame!