Glorious ASIAN GRANNY

The powerful length hammered mercilessly into Lace, her own pale cock trapped between their bodies as her asshole was stretched to accommodate the familiar but no less intimidating invading shaft, her ring wrapped so tightly around the sword as it was homemade repeatedly sheathed in her that it felt like her ass was trying to draw amateur the cock back in with every outward movement, every inch of her body burning with a desire to please and be pleased. "Mmmfm~!" Lace whimpered into the soft flesh of Zu'gar's breast, each one of which was more than enough to fill her small delicate hands, a fact that she absolutely adored. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she eagerly suckled on the Orcess's nipple, catching it briefly between her teeth and prompting to Zu'gar let out a hiss as she arched her back in response. "You must really fucking want it..." Zu'gar growled threateningly as she tightened her grip, taking the whimpering response and gentle nibble on her nipple to be a challenge levied by Lace to go harder and faster. Lace, who had, in fact, intended neither of those things, felt the corded muscle of the Orc's arms around her tighten and realised her mistake, helpless to stop Zu'gar she instead held on tightly herself, trying to brace herself for what was to come. Still gripping Lace to her body, Zu'gar rolled over, depositing the petite human onto her own sleeping roll and pinning her down with the massive weight of her taller, broader and infinitely more powerful frame. Lace gasped and whimpered, her face trapped in the soft space between the Orc's swaying rounded tits and her sleeping rolls pillow, her breath, when she could draw it, coming out hot and humid, her face flushing as Zu'gar took advantage of her new position to ram her cock all the way back into Lace's waiting butt. Zu’gar tilted her head back and growled low as she thrust her hips into the prone girl, feeling a thrill run down her spine as the petite little thing beneath her hungrily wrapped her arms and legs around her body, clinging to her for dear life as the humans breath was forced out of her lungs with each powerful thrust. Lace was in heaven, her skin flushed and hot as the Orc all but ravaged her small frame, her pillowy thighs snugly wrapped around Zu’gar’s waist, not only inviting but pulling her in with each deep thrust, her every sense overwhelmed by the raw sexual pleasure coursing through her every nerve. As Lace held on, each new thrust bouncing her body and sending ripples through her doughy ass, she revelled in the forbidden fruit that was their coupling, losing herself to the animalistic nature of her powerful, even bestial, lover. She bit her full lip, stifling a long moan as she recognised an increasingly familiar shift in Zu’gar’s actions, her thrusts becoming sharper and less in tune to the rhythm she had initially set. Arching her back up she felt every ripped inch of Zug’ar’s abdomen and chest press down on her, her breasts luxuriously soft as the Orcess let out a deep but almost muted growl. Lace gasped and clung to Zu’gar, her hands splayed on her broad muscled back, fingertips resting on the start of an old pale scar as she felt the cock inside her twitch and pulse. Unable to help herself Lace buried her face between the Orc’s imposing bust, letting the pillowy softness asian of her heavy tits muffle what would otherwise be a cry of pleasure as she felt Zu’gar begin to spend her pent up load deep inside her. A moment of stillness passed as Zu’gar grunted, twitching her hips instinctually as she drained her morning load into the eager human, their breaths coming hot and fast, their embrace tight and unrelenting. “There…” Zu’gar mature spoke after a few long moments, her grin sly as she caught her breath much quicker than the cum-filled Lace, “I helped.” Lace let out a little snort of laughter, Brunette then blushed because of it, smiling broadly and relaxing even as Zu’gar rolled off of her, one strong arm moving under Lace’s neck, pulling her into a protective little hug. With a soft sweet sigh Lace melted into the embrace of her lover, her own ass still sore and tingling from the stretching, her hole dribbling only a little of the thick load now held deep within. Quiet and content as she was, she practically jumped out of her skin when a sharp knock came at the wooden boards of their caravan. Untangling herself from Zu'gar's oh so luscious body she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide and panicked as she looked towards the heavy canvas flap, immediate relief washing through her as she saw it still closed. "Don't come in!" She squeaked grabbing one of their sheets and holding it up to her neck on instinct. "Wasn't going to miss," came the whisky-rough voice of the Caravan Master, "Just... You need to see this, alright?" Lace pursed her lips a little as she heard his heavy footfalls retreating, something in his voice had hinted at something serious. Obviously Zu'gar hadn't picked up on the subtle nuance. "You know you haven't got tits to hide, right?" Lace blinked down at the cloth still clutched to her chest and rolled her eyes, dropping it and speaking in a prim little voice, "Modesty is polite, Zu'gar, come on, let's get ready." "Unmodesty is hot," Zu'gar pointed out, striking a pose with a toothy grin to once again reveal her gorgeous body, all green corded muscles and soft alluring sexuality, her still glistening cock languishing half-hard against one strong thigh, full of promise. Lace felt her heart skip a beat as she stared down at the sculpted Orcess’ form but shook her head, gathering up her clothes, “Immodesty, not unmodesty.” Zu’gar let out a reluctant little huff and sat up, “You’re so hot when you’re correcting me…” She said flatly before stretching her arms out above her head and yawning, each movement followed by Lace’s oddly pink eyes. “Just wait until I teach you how to read and write.” Lace said with a smirk as she worked the mess of hair behind her head into its typically a-typical bun, standing nude and proceeding to pick out a pair of tight pants that would definitely help to accentuate her gift. Groaning Zu’gar rolled her eyes and grabbed some of her own clothes, though not before she’d given herself a proper scratch, which, Lace observed, the Orcess did with more of a pinch and roll motion. They're new and ultra-sensitive. “Not... not patient mature enough.” That frustration Brunette bubbled up through the humiliation and shame, smothering it. “Damn it, Becky, if you have something you wanted to say, I want to hear it,” he snapped. Go! I leaned to her kissing her neck and cupping her tits. Tomorrow it’ll be £2100. Egos gone amok.” If I wanted to stop, her grip on me would not let it happen. "So this is what it feels like to get hit, huh?" he thought to himself. Phoebe too was moaning as she thrusted her body off and back onto the bed. She looked back in panic. Do you honestly think that I homemade could have refused yours tonight--even if you had told me beforehand, that you weren't using any birth control?" My pace quickened and my asian strokes became deeper, I could see a look of discomfort on her face as I went deeper. Hazel’s rubbery nipple was stiff inside her mouth, and she tongued at it like a baby might. I wanted more. I sucked. Taking caution to not be too rough, but nonetheless fucking him increasingly harder, I found myself gloriously amateur going back and forward inside his profoundly squeezing butt.