Clara embarasses herself

With so little knowledge of the male body, Clara decides to fall back on the extensive knowledge of her own body, and what she liked to do to pleasure herself.

She may have been a virgin, but that girl had an exceptionally dirty mind and was a chronic masturbator. She spent at least two hours a day (not necessarily all at once) making herself cum. Everyone was bound to like the same kind of stuff as her, right?

Clara furrowed her brow as she contemplated how to proceed.

I know! I'll start with the nipples! The orc thought as a smile spread across her eager face.

"Maybe this will loosen your tongue!" The constable declares as she awkwardly crawls in the dirt underneath Hunk, staining her beautiful emerald skin and accidentally loosening the large piece of cloth she keeps wrapped around her midsection (that, her oversized panties, and her boots are the only things she's still wearing).

Lying on her back, she reaches up to start tweaking and pulling on Hunk's tender nipples, but instead of the tender moans and squeaks she's accustomed to hearing when she does it to herself, the human only yowls in pain.

"Ouch! What *ow* are *please stop* you doing?!" Hunk says as tears start to well up in his eyes.

The crowd is starting to turn against Clara, with some starting to boo her while others cry out "Mercy! Mercy!"

The orc crawls out from under him, looking like a dirty, half-naked savage.

"What? What am I doing wrong?!" Clara yells back to the crowd, as the cloth springs from her stomach, exposing a large, soft potbelly (complete with a happy trail) that shakes and jiggles with her every move.

The crowd erupts in laughter.

"Too many sweet rolls officer?"

"She always gets to the bottom of the case... of Mallomars!"

"Why did they make a wild boar our constable?"

Clara's face turns violet as she tries to cover her chubby belly and squats down.

"St-stop it! Don't laugh at me!" She says on the verge of tears.