Turning around, Laura observed the magnificent uncut pussy-pounder that had just tamed her.‘Fuck, he’s huge,’ she thought, totally mesmerized. T...e arrogant smirk on Ratchet’s face further excited her. They just stared at one another, gasping in a haze of animalistic gratification.“I’m not done with you yet,” Ratchet growled as he stepped out of his dungarees. Lifting her body back onto the blanket and pushing her torso backward, he ordered her to hold her legs wide apart for him. Ratchet. After a moment’s hesitation to realize what just occurred, he sheathed his knife and grabbed the other hatchet from the floor.Are there more? She begged. Please let there be more to kill!John slipped around the thrashing ball of worgh and orc to peer outside. Two other orcs were laughing hysterically at their ‘friend’s’ cries of pain. Both wore identical clothing to the one dying beside the Traveler, but one carried a massive claymore like the one his first draugyr wielded. The other actually. As he caught his breath, he told her how good she did and how much she pleased and pleasured her daddy. He would teach her many different ways to fuck daddy and they would fuck many times at night. Some nights they fucked all night, as she loved her daddy's cock. Then she just moved into her dad's bed every night. He could not keep his hands off her young body. He now had began to fuck her ass, loving her on her knees as he rammed in and out watching her growing tits swing. She loved to finger. She felt her world dissolve around her in a swirling paradise of thrusting, punishing meat."Guugg mmm hrrrr," she gulped around the cocks now roughly fucking her face. "What?" someone asked."Fuck," she said as both cocks slopped from her mouth in an explosion of spittle and pre-cum. "...Me," she croaked in the brief gap in time between Jacko's thrust to the back of her throat and the barman's. "...Harder!" she cried out past the two heads pushing at her sperm encrusted lips.Fatcock understood.