Zahrine wanted that sticky splooge for herself, too. When she felt the quivering shaft tense up inside of her cavernous anal entrance, she wriggled her way off of it. The sensation of the horse’s schlong oozing it’s way out of her well-fucked butt was almost enough to make Zahrine cum right then and there – but she had to be quick. The dick addict priestess to the church of cock scrambled off of the makeshift riser and brought herself up in front of the horse dick fresh out of her anal cavity. Without so much as a thought to pause, she ran her tongue down the side of the pulsating member and up the other side. She suckled gently on him until she felt the fruits of her labor splatter into her face. In all of the years she had spent astride her tried-and-true war horse, she never know how downright delicious his spunk would taste. From the moment it caked her tongue and flooded her tastebuds, she knew she wasn’t going to live to forget it. Rope after sticky rope of horse semen splashed onto her face, over her perky tits, and into her hair. Her hands pumped back and forth at the two-foot shaft of horse dick available, aiming to milk every last drop of flavorful nutbutter from the horse’s grapefruit-sized balls. Her prayer and confession to the ministry of horse cum, however, was cut short by a throat-clearing grunt from the orc chief who had watched the entire depraved goings on. “You pay toll, meat. You get to go,” snarled the orc chief, “ – porn but you go back with gift.” Zahrine watched with a timid stare – or, what stare she could manage with her face layered in horse tackle spackle – as the overgrown mass of green muscle masturbation approached her with a devilish look on his two-fanged face. A torch sparked into life in the darkness of the encampment. Then, another torch. Several more flickering firelights sprung up as the raiding party became aware of the approaching hooves. The dark stallion trotted up carefully to the men walking out to meet it. “Brought something for us, Justice?” one of the gruff-voiced raiders spoke as he stroked the horse’s muzzle. “Someone, maybe?” The man held aloft his torch up to illuminate the nude form of Zahrine, the raidmaster who was supposed to be leading them onto the cum fields of battle come sunrise. Her body was littered in graffiti written in the barely-intelligible scrawlings of the orcs who left it. The writing was tapped out onto her skin in the traditional method of orcish tattooing. All in the common tongue, phrases like “meat whore,” “worthless,” “good for pleasure,” and “orc dick slave” were inked on her flesh. A cumshot handful of orcish names, presumably for posterity, were also tattooed on Zahrine’s naked body slumped over in the saddle. “Savages did their job as instructed. Can’t say that I’m not at least a bit surprised,” remarked the man to another member of the detachment. “Poor cunt can’t even stay conscious.” “Yeah, that ‘ought to take that bitch down a couple notches, huh?” returned the other man. “We’ll have to make sure they get paid. You know how those orcs are about ‘paying the toll,’ especially when you’re hiring them for a delicate job like this.” “That remains to be seen – we hired them to break her down. If she’s under the table blowing me tomorrow morning, I say we pay them.” The two men shared in a laugh, and one of them took the reins of the stallion who ferried their ‘leader’ back to them. dogging The stallion nickered quietly in the dark It was the night of a friend’s 40th birthday party and I was getting dressed to go out with her and twelve of her closest friends. Her husband had rented a mini-bus to take us out to dinner, followed by a trip to a dance club for some doggy style dancing and drinks. We were headed to the Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach to start the evening, so I was a little excited about what the night might bring.I had borrowed a hot little dress from my friend and tried it on for my husband. I asked for dinner reservations but not their best restaurant. And I started cumming. “It’s more like a jingle.” He swears it was 30 seconds or more of straight orgasm for him, and he pumped his cum into my womb the entire time. Her legs were getting shaky and she felt like the only thing keeping her upright were porn the restraints around her wrists. dogging I held myself still. “The cameras are running,” Mistress Barrow said brightly. When Angie handed me another shot, she chuckled, “Tomorrow night, we’ll doggy style go for the next size up. Her brother let a groan of pleasure and she could feel her panties moistening as her sister continued jerking him. "What is it?" I wasn’t going to object and in a couple of seconds we were in the classic ‘69’ position. ‘UMMM Guess you can’t stop?’ I cumshot hear Beth say. You will also commit 5 cum years to my service." She kept heaving her body in front of him making him sweat. Sometime Sonia would be the femdom & strapon fuck the the taller Monique , other times , they'd switch. She leads me over to the bridge. “Spit on it”, he grunted, “and let me masturbation see those perky little tits.”