Chapter 20 Matar heat and past
"Well, okay, let's use a big stick." Roger stood up obediently, unbuttoned his pants, took out his big cock that was already hard enough to burst, rubbed the glans twice at the entrance of Matar's pussy, and after it was dipped in enough pussy juice, he stuffed it in.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Matar let out a satisfied moan. Her cunt tightened again as if alive, biting Roger's cock tightly.
"Oh my god, this little orc is really tight!" Roger grinned, slapped Matar's butt, and started thrusting hard. He knows that Orcs don't have hymen like humans but he is sure this girl either haven't taste any dick or is born with tight pussy.
"Ah...ah...so hard, I love it! Ah...so good! Harder...harder...ahh...fuck ..fuck me harder..."
Martar twisted her waist like crazy to cooperate with Roger. Her strength was not to be underestimated. Her pelvis hit the well-developed hills. The sound of their intercourse was "pa pa", and waves of sexual fluid were splashed everywhere by their combined strength.
If it weren't for the noisy noise downstairs, a group of mercenaries would have been attracted here long ago.
"Oh...ahh...hngh...ohh...aghh! You're so fierce! I like it so much..." Matar's hair was disheveled, and the hairband that had originally tied her ponytail had been thrown away somewhere long ago. She had a wanton look on her face, and she just kept shaking her head, twisting her waist, and raising her hips to cooperate with Roger's thrusting.
Roger reached forward, ripped off Martar's bra, and released the pair of elastic greenish rabbits. He held one in each hand, kneading and pinching them.
"Oh...it feels so good! So good..." After being pinched by Roger, Matar's moans became louder and her hips twisted harder.