Hold on for dear life!

Morgala is a woman possessed, channeling all of her years of sexual frustration into this moment.

Her mind has gone to mush and replaced anything resembling a rational thought with pure, unbridled lust.

The mad milf grinds her sodden box against her wooden dildo as she assaults the orc's face with a bombardment of sloppy kisses.

The green girl (whose face has turned violet from embarrassment and arousal) tries to object to being used like this, but every time she opens her mouth, Morgala immediately shoves her tongue inside and silences her.

Soon, the breed-needy elf has completely worn down Thurkla's defenses, and the orc woman is moaning along with Morgala as the two women grind against each other.

The barn is filled with the sounds of their orgasmic moaning, and the air is thick with the scent of their mutual need.

They spend the entire night like that, until finally, both women are so exhausted and hoarse from their nearly-never-ending antics, they finally pass out in each others' arms a little after dawn.