<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 grumbled loudly as she found herself sprawled over the table, becoming soaked in spilled grog. Tankards clattered loudly as they were scattered to the floor, the table being absolutely cleared of items as the naked barbarian was pushed onto it. She roared as she felt the half-orc's mass fall upon her, nearlly sending the tables into splinters as his warm rough flesh rubbed against her own. Pain bridled in her chest as her breasts were squished into the timber, though the sticky wetness of the table's surface had a certain appeal to her. The barbarian was confident that she could throw the orc off, though she stayed her resistance as she heard belt buckles being fiddled with.<br/><br/>She kept struggling, sure, but only enough to make half-orc<em>think</em>that she was actually trying to escape his grasp. One thing that was apparent when Rurik began to rub his fleshy rod over the barbarian's nethers - she was dripping wet. She moaned quietly as a calloused hand roamed over her breast, squeezing it tightly and playing at the sensitive nipple beneath - which was now as stiff as the cock which stroked her. It was obvious to her now they were playing a new game, and she intended to win. Bucking her hips upwards she allowed the head of his cock to roll down and under the entry to her lover's tunnel, before swinging her waist downward and impaling herself on his length, taking most of it inside of her immediately.<br/><br/><strong>"If you think I'm going to come first - you're mistaken!"</strong>, she roared as she tightened her thighs, squeezing her wet warm inner pinkness around the sailor's wide girth. Suddenly, she started to jut her hips back and forth, wet slapping noises filling the cabin over the sailor's jeers and bawdy remarks as she made a strong attempt at making the orc cum, though she truly hoped there'd be some endurance in the sailor's methods.<br/>