179. Perfect For Pounding
– (R-18) –
"Ravage my ass, master!" The shamaness slid her loincloth to one side, showing her wet slit. "It's all yours. Fuck me as you please~"
As Shel twerked, her fat buttocks clapped each other. There was a black snake tattoo on her left ass which stretched until her thigh, coiling around it and adding a sense of rebellion.
Paht!
The sexy orc's tattooed buttock jiggled with a crisp sound as Jake grabbed it. Pulling its flesh, he poked the cavern between her rear mounds.
"Mrrmmm…" Shel licked her upper lip and rolled her eyes, feeling a thick and hot rod slowly sliding inside her pussy.
It had been twenty years since she felt this. After Shel became the tribe's shamaness, no male orc had been able to reach her high standards.
They were physically strong, of course, but weak overall. Being an intelligent caster, she was unimpressed by those brutes.
"Annhh!"
But finally, she had found someone capable of submitting her to pleasure. A Demon Earl, her master.
Phah! Pah!