Being a slut wife.

“Umm,” she bit her lip, it was more than what she and Mitch had discussed, but she couldn’t refuse, “Yes, please.”

Ammina took her hand and guided her to stand as Xandi came closer with his orc friend. Xandi’s smile showed he knew what was happening.

Outside, in the alley, it was cold, the night had settled in, and Monica felt it quickly. “This is the kind of night you meant when you said you wanted to share your warmth with me?” she asked as he led her away from the back door.

Ammina smiled as they stepped behind a set of pallets, “Yes, it is,” he said before turning to kiss her. He stood taller than her, though he was still only of average height, and she gratefully raised her head to kiss him.

His lips were thick and soft, his tongue broad, and shortly after they separated, Monica panted a “Wow!”

He smiled and leaned forward again, this time reaching his hands under her skirt to hold her arse. She moaned at his touch, then yelped as he lifted her almost effortlessly. The movement was swift, and she was unprepared but quickly gave in to the sensations as he hooked her legs over his horns and leaned her against the brick wall. Her skirt had hiked up, and his face promptly pressed into her crotch.

If she thought his tongue felt nice kissing her, it was incredible as he licked her eager slit. “Oh God,” she moaned quietly as he lashed her cunt with his tongue. She held the tips of his horns with her hands while her legs were splayed and ground her crotch into his face. “Oh, God!”

His tongue delved into her, thick and soft, with a rough texture. She shuddered, and her arousal quickly pushed her over. Her head pushed back against the bricks as she shuddered and shook in pleasure. She felt herself let go and resisted the urge to scream, but Ammina did not stop. As she creamed his face, he released a low moan of pleasure, pushing his tongue firmly against her sensitive bud.

One hand reached out to grab at the nearby pallets, and they shifted precariously. Suddenly Monica realised that if anyone came out the back door, they would be able to see her head and shoulder above the pallets, and that thought drove her to another orgasm.

As she panted through her orgasm, she said to Ammina, “Stop, stop, God, please, stop.”

He looked over her bunched skirt, “Are you ok?” he asked.

“God, yes, but I need to stop for a moment,” she said.

Ammina lowered her down, supporting her as she found her footing. “Wow,” she said, still panting. She looked up at him and smiled, “I guess,” she said as she pulled her tube top down to reveal her tits, “I would like to repay the favour.”

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