Remembering the duergar

As Alminar walked, he would find himself thinking as he moved, his hand going to fiddle with the bottle of rum at his belt and the time that he had just won free of his captivity. He had come across a very beautiful yet drunk duergar, the dark version of dwarves, just as drow, were just the dark version of elves. Having spent a good bit of time with the slutty looking duergar, she had slipped off the marriage ring on her finger and began to slowly stroke on his cock through his pants, nearly begging him with her eyes to show her how a real man fucked. So with gusto, Alminar would.

Having placed the duergar, named Malina on her knees, he would smirk as he dropped his pants, his massive 15" dark drow cock, would slowly lay on his face as her drool began to coat it. Her tongue ran along his shaft sending electric shivvers up his spine, and as she slowly but surely pleasured the drows cock, his hand would move down to her shirt, ripping it open with some ease. Noticing this, the duergar would begin to play with her nipples, her large supple breasts on display for alminar as he began to grow harder.

Finally as Alminars cock was brought to the hardest that it could ever be, Malina enveloped his cock with her mouth and began sucking hard, Alminars hand went to the back of her head and his cock began pounding her throat like no tomorrow, as she sucked hard on his dick and began to play with his balls.