They wont be ignored

Thurkla dutifully begins to lap away at her bossy friend's goopy gash, relishing the tangy, tasty juices that are getting all over her face.

She's pretty sure she must be doing a pretty good job, based off of all the shaking and grinding the elf is doing, and the fact she can still hear the elf's moans despite being her ears being muffled by Morgala's meaty thighs.

Thurkla finds herself beaming a little with pride when the elf lets out an especially loud moan and an extra juicy squirt all over the orc's face.

"SH-SHO GOODJ!" Morgala yells as her achingly-hard clit grazes the tip of Thurkla's nose, pushing the cum-crazy elf over the edge.

Thurkla opens her mouth wide and starts gulping down Morgala's cunny cream as the milfy elf sprays like a hydrant while she goes cross-eyed from pleasure.

Morgala starts spouting gibberish as she quivers and shakes, before unceremoniously losing her balance and plopping forward.

Thurkla gasps for air when her eyes see daylight once more, but her chance to rest is short-lived.

The moaning, groaning Morgala's face has landed... right next to Thurkla's own steamy, swampy snatch, and its strong, musky odor... well...

"Ooooo, wash... wash zhat shmell...?" The blissed-out elf slurs even as writhes and wriggles her way closer to the orc's husky honey pot. "Oh... *SNIFF* oh my..."

The elf giggles as she takes another little lick, making Thurkla mewl in pleasure and curl her toes.

"Mmmmm, I... I think I need to do something about this..." Morgala says as she repositions herself for a sixty-nine atop her big green friend.