Scar rambled for a few minutes about the border skirmishes and the orcs.  How they were brutish and warlike.  But in no time he turned his face to her and nodded downwards.  "I think I'm ready to give it another go."<br/><br/>His own hand roamed down his slightly soft stomach towards the thick curls around his soft cock.  He grabbed the floppy member and held it up and commanded, "I've got the hankering for one more toss, so why don't you get to work lil' Brea?"