<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PAl5eEo.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Drip Hazelfuff (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2536081)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21 -<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 1/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Drip let out a soft, approving hum as Falgrim massaged his ear, playfully nuzzling into his palm, "Mmm, more of that please..." he cooed sweetly. He loved being pet while he serviced someone, made him feel extra appreciated.<br/><br/>Of course he still had to give Falgrim something to appreciate. As the dwarf's cock flopped out into the open the boy gave a sly grin, "Not bad. something something big things small packages" he teased, slipping a glove off so he could feel his cock directly. Being a fellow male, Drip knew exactly where to stroke and squeeze to get the dwarf nice and hard, all the while peppering him up and down with kisses, paying extra close attention to the little nook where the base of his shaft met his balls.<br/><br/>"Tell me, how do you prefer it? Slow and sensual...?" he cooed, slowly licking up the shaft and swirling circles around the head with his tongue, peeling back his foreskin in the process, "...or fast and rough...?" he asked, pressing the tip to his lips. Without warning Drip took hold of Falgrim's hips and forcefully pulled him forward, causing him to slam all 7 inches straight down the satyr's throat in one thrust. Drip looked up at the dwarf and smiled around his cock, not even flinching despite the sudden insertion, seemingly no gag reflex to speak of.