This time, she opened it. She knew it was that, or take another blow to the head. A tear ran down from the corner of her eye. This orc was just as much of a gauche throatpounder as the chief was. He slithered his cock past her lips, across her slimy cockpillow, barged past her tonsils, felt the Big Boobs back of her throat, and straightened out that hindrance with a graceless thrust of his hips. With his wart-riddled and gnarled cock plunging closer and closer down to her stomach, Zahrine could feel her neck masturbation bulging out from the front. On the other side, a just-tight-enough-to-be-painful grip was latched around the back of her neck. Zahrine hung there, limp, but not lifeless, with her feet brushing the mossy ground, while this new orc humped her face for what felt like hours. Just like first time she sampled on what an orc dick felt like pistoning her gullet, she could feel the fluttering feeling of her pair japanese of twin air tanks running on fumes. In this diplomatic recon mission, Zahrine was learning about serious lack in understanding of human physiology among orc raiding parties. Or, maybe this animal simply didn’t care if Zahrine was about be asphyxiated to death once again on the second orc cock of the afternoon. Her eyes slipped backwards up underneath her upper eyelids and she could once again feel the encroaching darkness closing in on her from her periphery. amateur She could feel her life slipping out of her grasp. Zahrine twitched and convulsed, spasming as her lungs ached for another breath and her brain cells began to die off. A bubbly foam formed in what minute gap between the cock lodged in her windpipe and her lips that were pulled around it. Then, another rejuvenating splash of bargain-bin goblin constitution elixir was poured into her open mouth to wash down the deposit of orc cum emptied into her, and she was face-to-face with a new orc cock. She didn’t know if this one was the third, or the tenth. The procedure was the same. Choke her until she was nearly dead, return her to the land of the living with the application of a quick-and-dirty fix, and resume using their nearly-broken toy. Zahrine had stopped putting up a fight several dicks ago. She would open her mouth when they would approach, and she would take them without a shred of resistance – or dignity. She even began to look forward to the warm, milky payoff that was spilt down her well-travelled fuckhole. Almost without fail, she would approach the brink of being snuffed out of existence, and be brought back with a twin splash of orc cum and knockoff goblin life potions. “Human good for other thing, too,” grunted the unfamiliar cadence of what might as well have been the first member of a third dozen orc dicks she had been passed between. Zahrine had just been deposited unceremoniously onto the dirt, speckled with orc spunk that didn’t manage to make it’s way into her throat, and was sitting there motionless. “Come over to me, meat,” barked a nearby orc resting his back on a rock with his arms crossed. His dick was swinging down between his kneecaps and glistened with the ooey-gooey leftovers of the concoction of spit and stale spunk that was collecting in Zahrine’s tummy. She had visited him before – or, rather, he had gotten acquainted with her throat. Zahrine couldn’t bring herself to her feet, but a part of her wanted to go to him. Maybe she would be rewarded with more cum if she went to him. The chance, alone, was reason enough for her to begin a crawl along the dirty forest floor towards the orc waiting on her. “You sit in front of me,” Zahrine was instructed upon arriving at the enormous orc’s feet. With a half-dazed, whole-broken look on her face, the disgraced shadow priestess watched as the orc hefted his impressive pipe by the base and began showering her with a warm, but unfamiliar liquid. It was asian salty, but less viscous than the glue-like orcish spunk that had been filling up her belly. It was the strong, musty aroma that gave it away; Zahrine realized that this orc was pissing on her. It took him a bit but he eventually worked the top part of the can into her tight pussy. Then the surgeon blows up a tiny balloon to spread the stent and open the artery. We then cuddled and watched the afternoon news and there was an item there about a gang of local sex traffickers who were under assault by various elements of law enforcement and some shoot outs as a result. The sensation that arises when a woman's tongue is licking inside a man's masturbation ass cannot be easily described. This girl sleeps asian hard. 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