Orc were simple creatures that fell quite easily into a routine. The opportunity for the subjugation and rape of random women typically went one way: with much weeping and gnashing of teeth. Tears were how women teased. Wild thrashings were how they cuddled. Pleading was their version of sweet nothings. It was known. So when Pig face heard an atypical sound from his woman, he took a detour from his normal routine. Instead of ramming in every inch of his dribbling orc-hood and humping away for an embarrassingly brief time until release, he decided to explore the dark crevice with his finger more. An unusual curiosity for cause an effect took hold and the orc began to wiggle and twist his finger in ways that had never occurred to him before.<br/><br/>Without hesitation, as soon as Bastion's mouth was opened, Gubba had slid his shaft past lips, teeth, and up against the soft palate. The upward angle of his erect equipment would rub against the roof of the witch's mouth, pushing until there was resistance towards the back, and then slide forward again. In short thrusts, the Orc rocked his hips back and forth, the head of his rod never leaving the wet warmth of the mouth. He wanted more - to shove his length down the sweet and slender throat of the girl before him - and reached forward to flip Bastion to his back to get a better angle, but he was roughly shoved aside by his companion who had whipped out his willy for a turn. Before Bastion would be able to catch a breath, the new cock would search for entrance to keep the boy stuffed.<br/><br/>A snarl and probably a curse erupted from the dislodged Gubba who quickly regained his position and guided his pecker back to Bastion's mouth. There was no way that two would fit. He shoved the Orc back, causing one cock to slip out and then pressed his own forward again.