Something he didn’t plan

Feeling completely **** and cold the outlaws continued to cover himself now that he wasn’t being suspended by evil tentacles. however after cupping his half swallowing number a moan of pleaser **** out his lips.

Apparently whatever that oil the robot covered him with, made everything more sensitive with his manhood twitching and slowly growing happily in his hands.

stopping to look around for a moment he didn’t see any immediate danger or at the very least not any eyes on him… well… they was broken eye laying in the basket next to him but it looked thoroughly brokenso he didn’t bother with it

Against his better judgment Mark gave his member a long slow stroke, he shuddered happily and slowly stroke himself a bit faster now starting to thrust into his hand.

The outlaw kept justifying to himself why he was doing this, as each time any argument he may have thought of in his mind was slowly being washed away and bless,

Without even giving it much thought the outlaw slowly moved his offhand to his backside before slowly stroking his his hole and gently wiggled a finger in.

“Gods my body burns” He said in hot shallow breaths and had a smile form on his lips.

Mark slowly began to fantasize while he had his fun. thinking of that busty red head he saw the last time he was in the village. Her cleavage all but spilling out of that tight white blouse.

He then thought of that musclebound bard. He had orc blood in his vains that much was certain due to the tusks he had poking out of his lips as well as that very noticeable bulge he had in his white tights.

His fantasy soon got more creative. He thought about marching into the tavern and that they worked just before closing, he thought about pretending to be drunk and waiting just for the perfect opportunity to spill his drink all over their tight white fabrics and expose what they kept teasing. Of course that would then lead to the two of them forcing him into an empty room and muttered some thing about finishing what he started.

The idea of the barmaid goping his manhood after the half orc ripped off armor like it was paper made him shutter and thrusted more firmly into his hand. Work would probably then thrust one of his meaty fingers into his tail hole after saying something about how puny it was and needed to be stretched out.That made his own fingers thrust into his backside more firmly as he long since stopped trying to suppress his moans and let them escape freely.

Unbeknownst to the outlaw mechanical eye that fell with him wasn’t destroyed, it had in fact just kicked back to life a emir moment after he looked away and started to have his fun.

The eye recorded everything while scanning the completely oblivious outlaw as he pushed himself further and further into ecstasy.