As if egged on by my willingness, I felt him begin to drive his shaft deeper into me, harder, gagging me and making me cough up spit around the edges ...f his base. His pants began to soak up saliva, making a dark wet stain on their front. In the tall, narrow stairwell, the sounds of my gagging and your grunting with effort echoed together, making a perverted symphony in the enclosed space.My eyes began to water as Dave somehow sustained the pace of the throat fucking he gave me, and I knew my. And Silmaria was beyond caring. It hurt, it was humiliating and shameful and he was a bastard, and somehow none of that could stop her arousal from swelling. Even as she cried softly into the soft earth, she thrust her budding hips back into him, making that deliciously hard, thick cock filling her so well drive all the deeper into her hungry cunt. The sticky flow of her pussy was beyond control now, glistening on her engorged young labia and dripping down thighs that shook violently with the. Her slave was a captured elf, he... she, it's always so hard to tell, was wearing the clothes given by Zerthrie when she first captured it. The clothes consisted of a corset, a cloak, and a chastity belt covered by a kilt made from old fabrics. All of this made it so other orcs wouldn't get any ideas of touching it and even with the threats from her father now silenced, most orcs were too busy to do anything, something was happening that Zerthrie didn't know about. _'That's a first' _Zerthrie. I was tired of vacations consisting of throwing a tent in the trunk of the car and then driving to the nearest State Park for a week. I wanted to travel and see other places, but Ben always said no, that it would cost too much, "Better to stay close to home and put the money in the bank where it might do us some good one day."After seven years of Ben's frugality I was at my wits end. We had a vacation coming up and I already knew what it was going to be because Ben had already set up the tent.