Really, really good

Morgala's eyes go wide as she takes a timid little lick.

A moan escapes her lips as the sweet flavor dances on her tongue.

It... it tastes good. Really, really, really super good!

"B-by the gods!" The elf squeals as she plants her face back on Thurkla's belly, hungrily slurping away at the sweet, tasty treat as she continues to moan and mewl in pleasure.

"H-hey! S-slow down!" The orc woman begs as she starts to giggle uncontrollably. "That's ticklish!"

But instead Morgala just quickens her pace further as her moaning and panting grow louder.

Elves are usually more sensitive to magic than other beings, and it turns out eating a bunch of magical honey created by a fairy is giving the milfy Morgala quite a *ahem* buzz (who knew?).

Soon the frumpy-yet-fuckable fey woman's own honey is leaking from between her legs as she works herself up into lust-crazed frenzy.

"Moooooore..." she pants between lap as her tongue starts wandering further south.

"H-hey! W-what are you d-do*OOOOOO*ing?" The blushing, squealing (but not resisting) Thurkla asks as Morgala finds the orc's own honey pot.

The green-skinned girl starts panting and trembling as the elf laps away at her puffy, sticky lips. The orc lets loose some very feminine squeaks as her legs begin to tremble, and soon, she goes tumbling to the ground and lands on her back.

"Wait! I... I need a break..." Thurkla begs as Morgala stands over her, eying her like little more than an object to sate her lust with.

"P-please... I... I'm so..." Morgala whines as she plops her fat ass squarely on Thurkla's face.

Thurkla moans as her senses are assaulted yet again by the strong, sticky, stonky scent of a middle-aged milf's hungry folds.

Soon Morgala is grinding her sodden box against the blushing, bashful orc, squirting and squealing as she repeatedly mumbles "I need this," over and over again.