”The orc’s eyes go wide, but it is very brief. “You like being violated by brownies?”“I don’t believe I’ve ever played with food that wa...,” the girl answers.“Food?”“Well, technically brownies are dessert, but yeah, food,” Penelope says, looking curiously up at the beautiful creature. “You look like a sailor, so I’m sure you’ve heard of them.”“I’m a pirate on the ship, Lomand’s Quarry,” the orc answers. “But I am not referring to the dessert, but those vile little creatures that were, err .... Slowly at first, I pushed it all the way in as far as it would go, then I gradually pulled it back out, then back in again. What a rush!I grabbed my toy with both hands, and increased my stroke, faster and deeper, trying to give the performance of a lifetime. Uncle Clyde was great motivation.My legs started to get tired, so I rolled over, and knelt on the edge of the bed, with my ass close to the vent. I put baby oil on my hands, and I began to rub it all over my ass, squeezing and kneading. "Not now, you fool," she said with a laugh, "first things first. You certainly look healthier, and some of your ugly bruises are fading." Do you think Ivy knows what we are doing?" I asked as she kissed her way slowly south along my belly. My right hand slid down the trench of her spine and between her round, firm buttocks while my left was buried in her rich curls encouraging her to explore the lower counties.I stopped breathing when her tongue reached my swelling member. I messaged her neck. Apart from the slight bulge at the front, it was almost invisible. I could probably get away wearing tight jeans with this on too.I decided to wear the Butterfly for the whole evening. I remained naked except for the device and walked around my house with it gently throbbing against my clit. I cooked my evening meal wearing it, did some ironing, watched telly, even phoned my mum with the steady flow of juices running from my crack, teetering on the edge of orgasm for hours. I was in heaven..