Suck him

There is no doubt that your opponent outfucked you: his rod stands powerful like an oak, while yours is laying flaccid after your powerful orgasm. You accept your fate. Not that you have a choice, after all.

“How do you want me to please you?”

He grabs your head.

“Well… you are in the perfect position now, little human.”

You sigh and look at its cock. You remember the sensation that rubbing your manhood on it gave you and you shiver.

“It’s so damn big…”

You kiss the tip and take it in your hands.

The orc moans.

You open your mouth, take all your courage… and push your head forth, making it sink inside your throat.

The greenskin grabs your head and starts guiding your movements at a faster pace. The same pace as the spasms of his cock.

You feel like you should be opposed to it, showing that you are not a doll to be controlled, yet… the sensation of his strong hands on you… the idea of being totally under his power, outmatched by an opponent who proved to be manlier than you…

Why do you feel you are liking it?

“Ghhh… of, Mork be fucked, your mouth is warmer than a goblin pussy I fill like… ghhhh…” The greenskin opens his eyes wide and looks into yours. “Fuck! CUMMING!!!!”

So soon? You have the time to think that your frottage competition must have been closer than it looked… before a HUGE wave of seed floods your throat.

The grasp of his hands on your head gives you no way out: you must swallow everything, taking in your stomach an insane amount of seed.

“For the balls of Gork, human… you have a natural talent for that!”

The orc sits on the floor, panting. You clean your lips.

“Well… thank, I guess…”

“You know what? That was fun: I am Gmor, by the way”

He offers you his hand. His mouth is opened in a sincere smile. After an instant of doubt, you grab his hand and shake it.

“You can go if you want, human. Or… you… well, you can stay a little more with me”

Is he… blushing for real? How can a two metres tall orc with the body of a culturist be cute?