Zu’gar paused, mid button, eyes glancing between the smirking Maria and the hopeful looking Lace then sighed in annoyance, “Alright, uniform fine fine, I’ll be back in a minute!” Lace smiled appreciatively and watched as Zu’gar, grumbling, left the room with a faux drunken swagger, shutting the door behind them with an audible clunk. “Course…” Maria continued the instant after Zu’gar had left, one finger raised to tap thoughtfully at her gold tooth as something playful in her voice made Lace’s stomach implode into a cloud of butterflies, “I know the doors definitely locked… And the Landlord can never remember which key it is… She could be… Wow, minutes.” Lace swallowed as Maria shifted her expression and body language, adopting a predatory look that she had seen only once before, it had been on another Orcess in another tavern, but she knew then and there the result was going to be the same. She had seconds. Not minutes. “S-shouldn’t we wait for Zu’gar?” She stammered weakly as Maria advanced, her strong hand running over and drawing attention to a massively threatening bulge that Lace now couldn’t help but to stare at. “That would defeat the point of me getting rid of her for a few minutes though, wouldn’t it?” Maria countered, stepping forward till Lace’s back was pressed to a wall, their bodies close but not quite touching, she eyed the girl over with dark green eyes swimming in desire and mischief, “I think this is the part where you beg me to be gentle.” Lace bit her lip and felt the solid wall press in behind her, the wood seemingly urging her forward as she listened to the quick paced thrum of own heartbeat echoing in her ears. This Orc meant business, meant to employ her strength to force herself upon Lace, to make her do whatever the Orc desired and to hurt her if she didn’t co-operate. “Bring it, tiny.” She breathed, voice quavering, skin paling even as the words left her full enticing lips. Maria blinked her eyes in surprise and pursed her lips, nodding slightly as she simply responded, “Okay.” Lace saw the Orcess’s massive biceps tense and she parted her lips to yelp in surprise or scream, but Maria’s hand blurred with unexpected speed and, at the cusp where Lace’s inhaled gasp would become an exhaled cry, vice-like fingers closed around her throat, lifting her clean off the floor, squeezing her airway closed and denying her even the tiniest of sounds. Lace’s eyes flew wide as she became aware of her sudden and utter helplessness, with her legs kicking freely in the open air there was absolutely nothing she could do to muster against the sudden onslaught of Maria’s desperate lust, and that thought alone drove her to pure ecstasy. She heard as well as felt Maria’s spare hand pulling and rending the fabrics of her shirt and trousers away and Lace spared only a moments thought for the fine cloth as it was brutally torn with alarming ease from her slender body under the Orc’s mountingly desperate assault. She felt as her pants were ripped away and her engorged member was finally allowed to spring free, and though Lace already fetish knew from experience it would go ignored, her mind was instead solely focused on the lack of air, her eyes wide and her face reddening with each passing second as japanese her lips parted and opened, silently trying to beg to be let go. With increasing panic she pressed her palms into the Orc’s still clothed midriff, trying to gain some space but felt zero give at all in her assailant's washboard abs. Maria let out a rumbling growl of warning and delight as she felt Lace’s feet start bopping ineffectually against her shins, “Oh I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of you.” Lace felt for a moment the pressure on her neck lessen, Maria’s grip shifting so she could instead force thumb and finger into the corners of Lace’s jaw, forcing the small delicate human to part those pretty red lips as Maria’s whole body surged voyeur forward. With one hand forcing open her jaw and the other now supporting the petite human's weight, albeit by roughly gripping and squeezing one doughy bare ass cheek, Maria pressed her thick tongue deep and unceremoniously into the massage human’s mouth, dominating her. Lace groaned as she felt the Orc’s powerful tongue greedily exploring the depths of her small mouth and with a quick inhale through her nose managed to gather enough of her wits to finally recover from Maria’s stunning first assault. Maria moaned in heat, tasting the lingering sweetness of wine in the wet hot heaven of the girl's small mouth and was surprised when she felt Lace suddenly shift her weight, thick pillowy thighs enveloping her waist and hips as Lace crossed her ankles across Maria’s butt, supporting herself as best she could. Holding on for dear life and with one arm looped around the Orc’s corded neck, the other reaching down between them, Lace allowed her fingers to follow the bare trail of the Orc’s skin where her shirt had been pushed up to glide down into her pants, fingers seeking out and gripping the imposing dark length of the Orc’s fully erect and throbbing cock. As we are getting our skis, the people that fetish had been in the car in front of us, give us a thumbs up with knowing smiles. “After the chaos war, I massage stayed away from him, even though I suspected he might still be a bit of a generator. They were all at her house after I initially asked her and she was debating about the proposition. "Never . . . He couldn't if he wanted to since she had his head properly fastened to her slit, but he was loving it. The cold and his fingers making me moan and wriggle. Nice. It was already rock hard and it filled my mouth immediately. I wrap voyeur my legs around her waist. He saw her buttocks ensconced in her tight jeans. I had to really concentrate to keep from uniform cumming too soon. I scramble to turn on the lantern, but laugh at and scold myself for japanese what I find.