The ogre catches your eye, his hand never stops the clear stroking motions under his loincloth. He towers atleast 2 feet taller, a much larger specimen than most of the ogres you have seen. His muscles ripple with each stroke. You step closer to his cage, breath coming faster as you wish to see what he has hidden beneath. His eyes devour your body and his pace increases. You shrug off the gown, for him, your hands start caressing your body starting at your shoulders.
You begin to move your hips as your hands slide lower, across your breasts. You moan as the fingertips tease nipples. You closer your eyes in the pleasure and tweak them softly. A ripping sound causes your eyes to slowly open, you gasp again as your eyes take in the sheer size of the ogres tool. At least a foot in length and 4 inches across. A darker green than his skin shows how aroused he is. Images flood your head with what a brute like him could do to your tight little body, how stretched you would be, how good it might feel, how full it would make you.
Your left hand finds your soaked lips and slides easily across them. Your pussy begs to have something inside, can your fingers meet that task or will you need something more substantial?
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