Saoria, his first wife, had both her nipples pierced with bone rings, and plenty in her face. She was Thosian, like me, and had adopted orc customs wh...n she married him.Thrak grinned. His cock tented his kilt as he moved to the bed. Thyrna let out a purring moan. “You'll love having pierced nipples. I do.”“You have a pierced nipple,” I said. “You're not getting both pierced.”Thyrna pushed down her blouse to bare her right breast, the dark nub pierced by what appeared to be a gold ring. It. I’d say I’m jealous, but I’m not, not really. I want to stare at that face, memorize it, have it stare back at me. Is your mouth different than a man’s, smaller I’d guess, lips fuller, softer, warmer maybe? Do you know tricks I never learned, different movements that you will share with me, make me tingle as much as I feel when someone touches my pussy? And your body. I wonder what it’s like to massage your breasts, kiss the nipples, suck them into my mouth, bite down slightly. Do they feel. I joined them and we were all dancing like three crazy people. My wife was jumping up and down and with each bounce the towel she had wrapped around her would bounce up too. You could catch a glimpse of her hairy bush each time it swung open. I could also see her perfect breast bouncing to the beat. It was about that time that I felt my dick start to swell with blood. It didn't take long for her to notice and she jokingly pulled the towel off me. I am not a shy guy and was not even bother by my. I saw the blood on my clothes. Thick dried brown stains and dried heavy clots of blood. I looked like I had all but taken a bath in blood and then been set out to dry for many hours. Man, was I a mess. I started to do a quick survey of my body to determine if I had sustained any injuries. It didn’t take long to determine that there was a massive cut in my chest and that I had no pulse. I struggled to get into my shirt and jacket, as if that mattered at the moment. It’s funny how habits stick.