Give into orc diplomacy

Your hands were put to work. Gripping at supple beautiful orcish muscle. Their manliness was so enticing. Ages ago you would never believe you would be serving orcs. Yet your lips were planted on orc cock. That warm girth was to be savored.

You weren't the only one enjoying yourself. That orc tongue probed at your ass curiously. He kept lapping and poking at your hole, bringing forth a girlish moan. Never had you felt anything like that. It was so strange. Made your legs feel rubbery as he kept at it.

You bobbed your head up and down on the big green turgid beast before you. Your eyes looked up for approval, eager to feel more. Even the smell of that dick was flooding your mind. Just so raw and masculine. It would take everything not to get overwhelmed. Then again, maybe that was what you wanted.

A firm grip over your shaft brought relief. Well one could not say orcs were selfish. You had to admit, getting manhandled by complete strangers was arousing. Then again damn near everything probably was arousing now. Your delicate fingers ran over fat orc dick in return. They were all so thick.

Your lips sealed over the crown of the orc cock. It was hard work to please them but you would just have to keep going. After all, in the interest of peace. Hopefully all your negotiations went this well. A swift smack on your ass made you squeak. Maybe they were ready.