<strong>12:15/Second Level (non-drow barracks)/ - Antimony</strong><br/><br/>Antimony when she took much as she could Thursk's girth, saw she could barely fit in one third of his girth in her mouth! Even deep throating it was doubtful she could swallow down his whole length, the exercise similar as if trying swallow a short sword down her throat but even short sword would be easy as it would not be thick and round like Thursk's cock.<br/><br/>Thursk kept his gaze down towards Antimony, huskily breathing in and out. When she started double her efforts, then Thursk released a growl, a husky deep growl which could count as orcish moan of delight for her work. Also Antimony can see his legs buckle little but not shift in his position, see him clench his fist as he tries restrain his control. Fearing any rash actions would end the delight Antimony is doing on his cock but Antimony can measure Thursk is very near on his self-control limit, in way how his breathing deepened, came bit faster and how eagerly his cock throbs and jerks in grip of her stretched mouth and lips. Feeling the potent musky pre-cum coat her tongue with taste of Thursk's potential load.