Sienna’s mouth was wrapped around one of Chief Dorakov’s hefty balls. Each of them were the size of a large apple. She struggled to wrap her lips around them as she suckled on the sweet musky sweat that clang to them. They were smooth and slick from Sienna’s constant ball sucking over the past half an hour. Dorakov’s large green Orc balls churned with fluid, Sienna could feel the virile batter move with in through the touch of her lips and tongue. “Hmmmmwaah.” She moaned slightly as she continued to bury her face in her mistress’ balls.
To Sienna’s left Marinette polished the Orc’s alpha shaft with her lips. Sliding her tongue up and down the considerable fifteen inch length. She smeared it against her face, taking in it’s musk and scent.