<div class="floatright"><strong>Vesna</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1833393)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/T1mI2gq.jpg)</div><br/>Vesna moaned loudly as the sailors hands buried into her breast, the tight grip sending a pleasured pain through her torso which did little more than make her even wetter. The sudden increase in rhythm from a slow deep exploration to a hard and fast hammer assault was well received, ushering forth a series of moans and squeals from the barbarian as she took each long and girth thrust.<br/><br/>The sounds of sex dwarfed the cheers and jeers of the sailors, who were now splattering the rutting pair with their spilled booze. The sticky wetness only played into Vesna's fantasy, however, and only made her louder. Each thrust causes an "ooh" or an "aah " to fall from her lips, droplets of grog spraying off of her as her flashier parts vibrated with fast rhythm.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot sidewards as the half orc bit into her, bringing a harsh though pleasured grunt from her shoulder as a slight amount of blood leaked from her fresh half orc bite wound.<br/><br/>In response she bucked her hips backwards,  essentially twerking her toned arse upon his immense cock, ushering him forward to glorious orgasm successful.<br/><br/>The barbarian loosed a quick "haaah" as she felt the sailors seed filling her insides and leaking down her wet war, inner thighs.<br/><br/>"I told you I'd make you come first, sailor", she said breathlessly.