As if commanded by some unseen force, Drek'thar obliged Lucille's urgings, *squeezing* those scruptiously supple hips in his over-sized hands as they followed her movements. "Ahhh~!" came the groan as his pulsing manhood was consumed by the witch's perfect man-trap once more. Trained muscles feircely gripped him in spite of the overwhelming sensation.<br/><br/>SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK<br/><br/>The love juices refreshed on his member, every vein and bulge glistened as it was exposed to the light. Before it was engulfed again, atleast. A *groan* mixed with his "ooooohh!" His eyes eased shut as his head lay back upon the table.