Wrap your tits around his spear

You can see the way the goblin has been looking at your breasts as you stroke him and you know just the way to show your gratitude. Holding his cock in one hand, you slide it between your breasts, smearing the precum up the warm valley of your big, hanging tits. Its prick is hard and hot mashed in your cleavage and becomes hotter as you begin to bounce up and down, working your soft flesh around him.

The goblin reveals a fanged grin and begins thrusting, jamming its hardness into your chest with enough **** to shake your tits. He reaches down to hold your breasts tight around his stabbing spear, grunting and groaning as he pounds your pillows.

"That's it," you urge him. "Fuck these big tits. They're for you. Thank you for watching...oohhhh...watching over me."

The goblins fingers and sharp nails dig into your soft titflesh with enough **** that it hurts. You can see him straining and sweating as he thrusts faster and faster. The friction is hot between your tits, the large amount of precum frothing to a white paste that lubricates the tight confines of your pressed mounds.

Your tits are too big and the goblin's cock too small for it to emerge from between your breasts, but you feel a sudden warmth and wetness. Spurts of cum gush between your breasts and coat your throat and fill your cleavage. It is a large amount of cum and the goblin's shrill cries as he drains himself into your breasts is quite loud. When he finally releases the pressure on your tits they fall back into their perky place and you see a redness from the rubbing and a large, sticky smear of cum.

The goblin says something and you look up, smiling, dragging a finger through the mess. As you lift the cummy fingertip to your tongue a large goblin appears through the nearby flap of the tent. You recognize him as one of Zakrog's personal bodyguards. He barks angrily at the goblin that just fucked your tits. You look up, sucking the cum from your fingertip. Does this one need something too? You reach for his loincloth and he angrily bats your hands away.

The big guard hauls you to your feet, speaking a bit more calmly, and marches you back towards Zakrog's tent. The corpulent goblin is not among his cushions and the only sound is the soft snoring of a tan-skinned woman who lies naked and face down on a small bed. You vaguely recognize her as one of the other slaves of Zakrog's harem, though not one that attacked you.

"Wait," barks the guard. "Zakrog coming."

He leaves you, alone with Zakrog's potions and the sleeping ****.