“Good, then please lie down.”
I slowly make way to the bench and climb up- it’s as tall as my stomach. Quite warm, actually. Sex Being bent over means my head is below him, and he takes the opportunity to relax his muscles, continuing his flow. Skittering past him, I make my way up the stairs. As the door clicks behind him, I realized that is is the closest anyone has ever come to loving me: he was in love with someone he was pretending I was. It’s something of a special room, both the biggest and the closest one to the clientele. I hold them against it for a moment, feeling how soft his genital skin is. A night gown, gauzy and translucent; and some tall shoes. And the sooner I get this out of the way, the sooner I can have this thing removed from my ass. His hands cup my breasts and squeeze them- a bit too roughly- giving me a sudden flash of pain. Much more earthly, but not so rancid as an orc. I start rubbing the warm cream onto his shaft, getting him nice and slippery.
