Not even close

"You can keep going, right?" Rila asks, the sound of frantic urgency creeping into her voice.

L'Abbee mewls and whimpers from beneath Carla's momentous ass as the horny human's love juices continue to dribble down his face. The poor man is drowning in pussy, and there's nothing he can do about it!

"Let me show you a trick that's worked pretty well me for me..." Carla says as she leans in and starts making out with Rila. In between kisses, the brunette whispers something to her blonde companion that makes the half elf blush and giggle (not that L'Abbee could see or hear it).

"R-really?!" Gasps Rila before she descends into fits of giggles.

"Works every time," Carla says assuredly before she starts playing with her friend's modest breasts. "Give it a try..."

L'Abbee starts to feel relief when the two drunk sluts pinning him to the ground stop writhing on top of him, and his softening dick.

Perhaps they've grown bored of me and will let me go? The poor deluded drow thinks before a shocking sensation down below robs him of that hope, and the rest of his dignity.

"N-no! D-don't!" The dark elf attempts to plead, even with his mouth still pressed against Carla's cunny. His attempts to continue verbalizing his displeasure end when he feels Rila gently and tenderly massaging his exposed asshole before she delicately slips one of her dainty digits into him.

L'Abbee's eyes cross as he moans in humiliating pleasure as he feels himself getting hard again.

"That did it!" Rila drunkely giggles.

"See? I told you," Carla responds smugly.

The poor drow can muster only a weak whimper of pleasure as Rila starts bouncing away on his cock and Carla resumes grinding herself against his face.

He... he can't take much more this...