[17:13]*Ye Ol' Partner would walk up to Danalia. Her normal armor discarded in favor of an impossibly thin, and revealing robe of sorts. Though the only areas that was really covered up by the robe was her sex. And her nipples. The material doing little to hide her form at all. The fabric was dark red, and she seemed to be walking barefoot. Her sex was hidden behind some very thin looking panties, And her breasts had no support at all. Her long hair freeflowing down below her butt. Overall she looked like some kind of prostitute or slave. She didn't look armed. But she did look slightly angry as she entered the shop. Her nose twitched slightly as she smelled all the different scents that alchemy could produce. Her getting face ever so slightly redder because of Danalia's sent. Though she looked determined to brush it off. So she strode up to her. And asked in a quite firm voice. "Why are you here? I don't remember you signing anything? Where's the tenant? Shy girl. About this tall. Black hair?" She'd motion in the air. Roughly as high as tall as she was. Looking around. Though she squirmed slightly. As if something was bothering her.
 
[17:25]*Danalia looked up from the counter, her eye's gliding up the bare, succulent body of the 'imposing' guard. The azure haired elf was coated in a layer of thick, musky sweat that overpowered most of the smells of the shop. Not that it smelt bad - it was a calming smell. A warm, heady smell, something you could get lost in. The few scents of the potions that were still catchable on the nose being erotic in their nature. The potions lining the counter smelling like fresh, pungent semen and most-likely, piss. Danalia's nipples were hard and jutting out of her thin little bikini top - seemingly rather hastily put on from the jingle of the store-door. Clearly not even tied in the back - she must not have known such a fuckable whore was walking in. "Oh. If you really must know... shes right here." A groan passing the tall Elf's lips. The slick sound of something gagging could be heard, of long tendrils of spittle falling down onto the ground with loud 'splats' onto the hardwood floor below when Danalia stood. Ye Ol' Partner likely leaning over the counter, revealing an immense horsecock slowly being removed from the throat of a girl she so aptly described. The black haired girl's eyes hazed over, the moment the cock leaving her throat nothing more than hot, panted breathes filled the room as if she had had her throat wrapped around the Elf's vein coated monstrosity for ages. Her saliva drenched teats heaving over and over again, like she was mere seconds away from blacking out from the lack of air. The poor slut wasn't even trying to flee - or more likely, considering the mess of urine and pussy juices that had soaked into the imposter-Alchemist's heavy boots underneath the counter - had no intention to run. Accepting her fate as the hole-under-the-table for this Horse-cock equipped Elf who now ran her store. "Satisfied?" The elf said, swaying her hips a small amount to the side. Causing her impossible large, nearly arm thick member to swing slightly, dripping with the girl's throat juices and an impressive amount of pre-cum.
 
[17:39]*Ye Ol' Partner after having leaned over the counter and seen the expression on the womans face would glare at Danalia in a piercing way. Though the calming, and arousing effects of the smell would lessen it somewhat. Being about to speak she'd get interupted by the muffled coughs of the girl underneath the desk, and she'd look somewhat annoyed. Drawing breath to start again. She'd put her hands on the counter. To support her staying that way. Though it made her breasts hang rather lewdly. Swaying ever so slightly, like some sort of bovine ready for a milking. Though her eyes kept darting down to the womans expression, and the cock. But she steadied herself before she spoke. "No. Not really. She hasn't paid her rent!" She said quickly. With a slight smirk on her face. "Which means that the ownership of this slowly fades from her control. Along with.. Well. Her body. Slavery making up for the lost money." She faltered a little. As the girl seemed to be enslaved already. "But I might be too late to claim that. So.. Do you have the money to pay for this place?" She'd motion at the house around them in general. Though at this point she was breathing heavily. The smell's calming effect being somewhat overpowering she'd simply cross her arms afterwards. And look at the elven lady. Her expression of anger gone. Replaced by one of mild confusion. And amiable goodwill, breathing mostly through her nose. She said as a sidenote, as if it wasn't important at all. Because right now in her mind it wasn't. "And you might want to put on some more proper clothes. Children might come in.. Or.. Other customers who wouldn't be as understanding as I am.."
 
[17:50]*Danalia would reach underneath the counter for a few moments, before tossing a massive sac of gold onto the top of it. A thin, amused little smile on her face as the woman bent over her counter. Did she even know how much she was exposing her body like some trained whore at the auction? The Elf reached down and grabbed her own turgid member. Glistening in the chandelier light above the counter, the nearly foot and a half taller Elf walked around to the wooden front - onto the same sides as the guard woman. Her fat, soft-ball sized balls bulging out against her thighs that were shining with saliva. The meaty orbs looked so full, so big. Just looking at the things made them seem like they were begging to be released and let out rope after rope of warm, fertile seed - to impregnate and breed another generation. The wet saliva from the thoroughly used girl underneath the counter made the sweat that coated her ball's smell all the more amplified. Its overpowering scent assaulting the guard's dimwitted mind. Unlike the rest of the sweat of Danalia's body, this one left a immense taste in the woman's mouth. As if she were already licking the salty, sweaty orbs of semen that hung underneath the throbbing undershaft of Danalia's cock. "But how else will I air out my balls? I can't just go clean them regularly - that would mean leaving the store unattended! And they get oh-so-hot. They're so full right now....unless you can help? Then I can put some 'proper clothes', on." The tall Elf woman was standing right beside her now. Ye Ol' Partner felt so meek, so bare - so very small next to this tall, scent-ridden woman. The horse-prick standing up straight, copious amounts of pre-cum freely flowing down over the finger-thick veins and ridges of her cock. The fist sized tip, inches away from scratching against Danalia's own round set of breasts.
 
[18:04]*Ye Ol' Partner would look at the money first of all. Her almost hypnotic trance because of the smell. Momentarily broken by a look of greed in her eyes. Though the rather large cock. Glistening in the light. Her mouth watering. And an odd, but deeply satisfying taste on her tongue suddenly being there. So she'd lick her lips. Her eyes drawn to the heavy balls. Her entire body giving a small shiver. She'd quickly look back up at Danalia. One of her hands flowing from where it was. Down to her own groin. Casually resting it on the opposite thigh. To cover up her sex. And although the elf was not that much taller. She couldn't help but feeling she was looking up. Not only physically, but looking up at her better. So she shook her head to try and clear her mind. Though it didn't help. She'd squirm as she stood there for a while. "Well... It does make sense. You shouldn't have to leave the store just to wash that off. It looks rather inviting.. And she certainly looked happy." She says more to herself then to her better. She'd keep looking up into her eyes. Trying to draw her eyes away from the cock. But now looking into her eyes only made her more uncomfortable. As if she was challenging her. "F-fine! It makes sense. I'll admit it!" She spoke quickly and sounded annoyed. Though she was clearly more angry at herself then the elven woman in front of her now. And she'd very carefully get down on her knees. Doing so with whatever grace and dignity she could muster. Then she'd reach up to touch the member. But hovered a few inches away. Looking up for a moment into her eyes. Her mouth half open as she was leaning forward to start licking the sac. But she shook her head momentarily. What was she waiting for? Permission? She didn't need that. She had been asked to. It was practically a favor she was preforming. So she uncertainty reached up with both her hands. Rubbing the massive shaft slowly. And started sucking on her left nut. Her eyes closed as she tasted it. And her face turned to an odd content expression.
 
 
[18:19]*Danalia amused, listened to the poor prostitute - after all, with that outfit, there was little else that she could be - mutter about how it made perfect sense for her to willingly clean off the layer of body fluids and spittle that already coated her cock. A small 'tch' escaping the Elf's lips as the busty, braindead woman before her hesitated for a few brief moments before setting about her task. Danalia's hand that was on her cock earlier gingerly reaching down and sinking into the roots of the brown hair the woman sported. She could feel her hair becoming damp, being used as a rag for the throat juices and pre-cum that was in between her superior's fingers. The blue bombshell slowly pushed on Ye Ol' Partner's head upwards, preventing her from just 'casually' licking her nut sac, until her entire face was smothered in the immense orbs. Her stupid nose covered in the thick musk as she was buried right in the taint like a rag would be. This was supposed to be disgusting, something awful that not even the lowest of cum dumpster's would do - but it tasted good. It made the poor woman's tongue tingle and throb with small shiver's of pleasure running through her body. The Elf most certainly having done something to her body to make it so.. irresistible. When her tongue had first touched the sloshing left nut, Danalia's body would shudder. The woman letting out a slow moan of delight - as if she hadn't had her ball's cleaned in a very, very long time - and if how it tasted and smelt was to go by, that was likely very true. She could barely form a ring around the shaft with both hands, each heartbeat of the Elf sending an immense pulse through the insides of the kneeling slut's fingertip's. The thing was hard, slick and easy to grind up and down on. Each little rub upwards or down making the mixture of liquids permeate into her pores. Grinding the palpable scent of pre-cum and spit into her palms - she wouldn't be able to grab things from others, without anyone giving her a foul look from the stench. Not that it mattered - her 'graceful' and 'dignified' stance on the ground beneath a leaking horse-cock, coupled with all the intoxicating smells throughout the room - and directly on her face now - made it seem so right. Of course she should be doing this - it was a favor to someone who paid well. "Tastes good, doesn't it? All that spit from the bitch who couldn't even pay her rent properly~."
 
[18:30]*Ye Ol' Partner felt her hair getting wetter. She knew she should feel angry about someone touching something so she was so prideful of. But she just couldn't find herself caring. Being far too busy lapping at the left nut. The sweat and thick musk on them made her mewl and moan. Her hands which was having problems having a grip on the massive member would keep on rubbing it for what she was good for. And when she felt her head being pushed into the sac. She couldn't find the will to resist. The scent covered nuts now resting all over her face, and over her nose. The smell being overpowering. And the taste sending small shocks up her back. So she couldn't stay still at all. She couldn't remember last time she had been this horny, and it was all from licking someone's sac. Once again she knew she should be revolted. But her eyes kept looking up, trying to look past the member up at this bigger then life woman. Who was letting her lick her sac. And each lick made her feel wonderful. So she'd turn her head this way and that. The sac rubbing onto her face as she desperately tried licking every inch of it. But more then anything it rested on her face. The stench of it getting nice and deep into her pores and skin. Her little toes kept curling up as she licked. And she moved one hand off the massive member down to her own sex. Not even bothering to hide how extremely hot she was feeling. Her expression now one of desperate need and rapture. She tried to speak a few words but she simply mumbled. Who needed the money when they could have this? And so she kept licking. Worshiping the sac, with little hope of finishing quickly.
 
[18:42]*Danalia pulled her head away after a few more minutes of the dumb slut obediently lapping at her massive balls. Letting the heavy shaft of her cock rest on top of her forehead, the trickle of pre-cum flowing out onto her brown, worthless hair. Soaking her in even more juices like the cock-cleaner she was. Try as she might, her new idol was always blocking the sight of the owner's face - not that the Elf's large breasts helped at all. Two hard little pinpricks of her nipple's jutting out lewdly from the fabric of her top above the girl's head. The shuddering moans and small sighs of pleasure clearly letting the addicted slut in on the fact that Danalia was enjoying the attention to her sperm-filled orbs quite a bit. After a heady breathe, the woman's queen finally spoke, arousal thick in her voice. "You're liking this quite a bit.. maybe we should stop, hm? I am.. paying you, after all." The tone shifting towards the last half, as if she were speaking to a common, dumb whore. "I think it should be the other way around.. You're going to pay the rent for me, won't you?" Then the unspeakable happened - the Elf brought her hips away, dragging the length away from her. The scent still attacking her nostrils, as the taste clung to her lips and taste buds. She was so close to licking up every inch of her balls though- not that they were any closer to being less ridden with sweat and ball stench. The Alchemist extended a foot forward, the rough treads of her boot pressing against the top of the whore's low-to-the-ground cunt. Pushing her hand out of the way with little regard, as the rubberized sole brutally scratched against her clit through her thin - and likely drenched - panties. "Or I can go back to the girl underneath the table..." The black haired woman had clearly started masturbating. Her panted moans and elbow hitting the floor repeatedly as she fucked herself in the half dazed state. Knowing that her owner was playing with another girl. Making another cock-addicted bitch, just like her.
 
[18:56]*Ye Ol' Partner let out a shocked, sharp moan as the rough threads bumped over her clit, and the wet and thin fabric of her panties didn't help protect it at all. She'd shiver and whimper. Hanging onto her leg for support so that she wouldn't fall over. It was clear that the pathetic woman was not far away from jumping Danalia's leg to help get herself off. Though the roughness and suddenness of the foot was not what she desired. She looked up at her with such addition and adoration that she might as well have been some sort of zelous pet. "Ah.. Ahh-!" She said as the cock, and balls was pulled away from her. And she reached out with one hand. Stopping an inch away from the cock. It had been pulled away for a reason hadn't it? It would be quite rude to just barrel after something so blindly. Her eyes being fixed on the balls. She'd look extremely pained. Squirming and closing her hand over the empty air. Clearly wishing it hadn't been removed from her grip. And her other hand, removed from her cunt. Softly grabbed onto the ankle of Danalia. Very lightly starting to hump her. Looking extremely shameful but too horny to not do it. She'd then look up at her once more. "But.. the rent would go to me.. I.. The money." She'd sound pained. Her greed clearly being hard to overcome. As in her mind money only flowed one way. Towards her. But if this being.. this god among the living. Her queen wanted to money.. She shook her head. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "You... won't have to pay rent. Don't.. Worry about that." She said. And it clearly pained her to say it. And once she had spoken she shot a hate filled, and jealous look in the direction of the other girl. But only for a moment. As her shame returned to her. As she moved her hips inexpertly to grind herself against the boot. Her own clothing having slipped off to the sides during her worship as well, a wonder it hadn't plain torn during her mindlessness. Her quite large breasts being free for her better to see.
 
[19:14]*Danalia couldn't help but laugh loudly at the girl's inability to throw away her greed, deciding to 'treat' her as she said this. "No, you're going to be paying this rent, to me." Her boot suddenly lifting up and grinding nearly half of its treads against her plump, ungodly-needy pussy. The intense mixture of pain from the rubber, and the pleasure of having her cunt have any sort of attention thrown its way being impossible to ignore, before she brought it back an inch, 'playfully' swinging the rounded tip of the steel-toed thing right against her hole that was only meant to take cocks - the Elf seemingly trying to make it fit inside of the slit. The Alchemist's free hand going down to her cock and pointed it directly at the girl's face she had just thoroughly taunted. The flared, large cock-slit dripping a steady stream of viscous pre-cum down onto her heavy teats, the tip barely inches away from her plump, dick-sucking lips. The liquid felt so warm and thick, it formed large puddles of her cow-udders, gravity seemingly having little effect as its viscosity prevented it from running down her skin. The Elf's balls tightening within their sac, giving them a nice luster from the needy whore's tongue bath. "But.. if you don't want to pay me, you won't get to feel what she was before you came in." The black-haired bitch. The lucky little cum slurper. The slut who casually wrapped around this Elf's godly dick at all times of the day. "Or, you could just open your mouth nice and wide for me right now. You know the rent isn't very much - I'm worth it." It was certain that when the Elf said "I'm" she meant the smelly, juices coated cock before Ye Ol' Partner. Her face complete drenched in sweat and stench. Even if she didn't take the Elf's offer - even if she left, this very second, it would change little. If the woman came again, this whole ordeal was going to happen again. There was no forgetting this stench that assaulted her senses. The flavor that made her roll her tongue over and over again in a desperate attempt to squeeze more of it out of her tastebuds. How good it felt, to lick and slurp this Goddess's balls clean.
 
[19:57]Ye Ol' Partner got tired, and disconnected like a lame wench with literally zero stamina.

*Ye Ol' Partner looked up at her. The boot bushing against er sex making her shiver and let out a quite lewd little moan because of the bumps. Though the kick caught her rather off guard, and the continued grinding of it to try and shove it inside made her squirm and twist. Biting her lower lip and gritting her teeth after a short while. Clinging to her leg with both arms, not quite shoving it away. But trying to keep her sex away from the worst of the abuse all the while. She was clearly struggling with the option of giving away money at all. But the idea of not getting some more of that delicious taste in her mouth was too much. And with a really frustrated sigh she'd look up at Danalia. "Fine! Fine. I'll pay rent... To you." With a tone of voice that gave away just how frustrated she was with the entire deal. That she couldn't believe she was willing to give money to one of her tenants. Just to be allowed to serve on her knees. She shook her head to remove the idea that this had lost her money. And instead of waiting, to be allowed to go back to sucking her balls, and cock. She'd use one of her hands to press one of her rather large breasts upwards. And started licking the precum that had dribbled onto it off. Right after she opened her mouth wide. Her tongue hanging out slightly. Letting Danalia look right down her throat. While she was looking up at her with pleading eyes.

[11:36]*Danalia the dumb slut's eyes looking back up at her only amused the tall Elf. The greedy, vain woman clearly letting herself go almost immediately just from the taste of thick horse-dick? Even the black-haired slut had lasted longer than this tramp of a woman. "Its amazing that you lasted this long in life without some other fat-cocked individual doing this to you, weak-willed bitch." The Elf grasping both sides of her beautiful, brown, stench-ridden and pre-cum/ball-sweat soaked hair. Not even bothering to line her cock up with her gullet - just brutally ramming it down her ill prepared throat. The first thrust bouncing back a bit as her shaft curved into her esophagus - but this was quickly recitfied by another, rough hip-jab forward. Ramming through the remnants of her gag reflexes as the entirety of her throat bulged with thick horsecock. Her nose pressing into Danalia's pelvis - right above the thickest source of her addictive scent. Her dick full of mouth making it rather difficult to breathe through, making her nostril's flooded with nothing but the heavy odor of ballsac and sweat - with a faint amount of oxygen mixed in, but it most certainly was not enough. Danalia kept herself throated within the dumb whore after the second, throat-expanding thrust. Letting the poor woman's head expand and morph around her wrist-wide and nearly arm long horse-prick that was nearly to her fucking stomach by any safe estimates. Her large semen tanks pressing against her chin stickily from all the perspiration and saliva that coated the heavy things. "Instead of monthly, I expect it weekly, woman." The Elf's long fingertips ran over the top of her scalp, clenching down on the root of her hair - preventing her from pulling back or escaping with only one hand. Her other hand busy above the slut as she faintly lit a cigarette she had pulled out of a small tin on the counter. The elf's large, half-covered breast's rising from inhaling before a thick palour of smoke was blown down over the newly-throated sleeve's face. "Fuck I've been needing one of those."

[11:47]*Ye Ol' Partner would breathed in to deliver a scorching response. But rather then words coming out of her mouth, fat cock went in. Her eyes going wide in shock. And her badly prepared and ill experienced throat immediately gagged. She closed her eyes roughly. And her hands moved over to Danalia's thighs. She looked as if she was trying to relax. But her throat was twisting. Shivering and swallowing roughly against the invader. Trying to push it out or swallow it but being unable to do both. It being as large as it was cut off her entire breathing capabilities. So she stopped trying to breathe because she realised she wasn't going to get any at the moment. Rather trying to calm her self down. Though her twitching fingers, wild eyes and panic-y expression gave away just how concerned she was with it all. Though the taste of the fat cock.. Was divine. And her look of panic quickly shifted to one of enjoyment. Though she still seemed worry. Grasping Danalia's thighs with her fingers. The smell flowing into her nostrils because of where her nose was made her nose twitch.. But she couldn't breathe in through it, to sniff. So she was agonizingly just waiting for the air to move into it. So that she could smell more. Her tongue dancing underneath the shaft in a desperate attempt to grind as much of her tastebuds against it as possible. Though when she made the remark about how often rent would be paid she looked up at her with a slight bit of anger. Trying to move back. Finding that her skull was being held firmly in place by a hand much stronger then she was. And a bit of spittle spluttered out of her mouth as she started running out of air. Gagging around the fat intruder. Though she couldn't make any sounds. She used both her hands to push all that she could on Danalia's thighs. Right when the smoke from the Cigarette landed on her face. And she looked really angry and frustrated. With panic starting to push it's way to the surface in her expression again. Pushing as hard as she could. Her upper body trembling both in effort, and from lack of oxygen.

[12:07]*Danalia movement's were painfully, and terrifyingly slow. Purposefully taunting the woman who was desperate to not suffocate to death on cock. Heaving down another drag of her cigarette before blowing the smoke around them with a disappointed sigh. Flecking the large bundle of cool ashes down onto the kneeling slut's panicked face while she seemingly contemplated letting this dumb whore acquire air or not. The Elf eventually decided to let the woman pull away, until only the cock slit - which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum all over her tongue - of her member - and now with a fresh layer of a certain slut's throat juices and spittle covering it - dick remained pressing into her tongue. The Faux-Alchemist thinking this brief, less than five second period was more than enough oxygen than this dumb bitch who dared look up at her with anger deserved however. Using the girl's filth ridden hair, she dragged her head towards her pelvis once more. Instead of thrusting her hips, the Elf woman moved the girl's head - casually resting her own plump ass behind her on the side of the counter. She was essentially using this girl's innards as a dick sleeve. Using her as a wet, sloppy, and trembling masturbation aid to only be used with one, clamped down hand. The jarring movement as her oxygen-deprived brain was slammed backwards and forwards inside of her skull quickly making her feel dull, and dumb. Each and every vein coated ridge, and hot throb of her cock felt against the poor slut's aching throat that was relentlessly being brutalized. The Elf did not think that this was enough for her to learn her lesson however, as she brought her foot back once more. Swinging the steel-toed menace directly into her cunt - lifting Ye Ol' Partner's bimbo body up of the ground for a few inches, before letting her settle back down. Her fat breasts and succulent flesh jiggling delightfully from the blow. All the while a firm grip on her head prevented her from pulling away, or bringing her mouth away from this sadistic woman's cock. Like she was impaled to it - attached to this Elf's sublime tasting and stench-ridden horsedick, and would never be leaving.
[12:08]Danalia: "You will be paying me when I tell you to pay me. Your money, is going to be my money. I'd call you a prostitute, but a prostitute already has more class than what you fucking do."

[12:26]*Ye Ol' Partner would look look up at her with pleading desperation in her eyes and quivering arms. Feeling the darkness come up to drag her back into unconsciousness. With her vision starting to blotch and she'd look slightly dazed while the elf blew out the smoke from the cigarette. Closing one of her eyes as ash hit her forhead and tumbled down over her eyelid. Resting just below her eye. Though she quickly removed the ashes with one hand. Though moving it seemed to take a lot of effort. Her brain slowing down and starting to shut down as oxygen stopped arriving. When Danalia removed the hand from the back of her head. She at first didn't move off. Thinking that she was done for. Staying with the cock down her throat for a full three more seconds before she wrenched herself off. Realization that she could move dawning on her once again. Gasping wildly. With a vast amount of precum covering her tongue. She'd roll it around for a tiny bit. While trying to absorb as much air as possible. Her expression becomming more and more focused. And just when she felt that she could ever catch her breath again, during a deep in breath she got the fat thing shoved into her mouth again. It offered much more resistance then last time. She gagged wildly as she got pushed deeper on it. Looking up at Danalia with some intelligence once more as she had gotten to breathe. She looked shameful now though. Realizing that she wasn't going to even argue with her. She wasn't incontroll of this situation. She was being used like a cheap fleshlight and paying for it. And the idea that she wasn't going to get it again was somehow unthinkable. She looked conflicted as her throat got used so roughly. Stopping her seemed like an impossibility. It didn't feel good to have the rough tool ripping up her internals like that. But she didn't want it to stop. Clearly the only thing on her mind was the thing in her throat. And it's taste. It made her look extremely dumb. Unfocused eyes looking straight into the pelvis of the elven lady. Her head aching from the rough swinging movements it was undergoing. Though she got wild eyed as the rough, steel capped boot slammed into her cunt roughly enough to lift her off the ground. She'd scream internally. Spittle bubbling up around the cock in her throat. Running down her chin and mixing with the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her breasts swinging defying gravity for a split moment as she fell down onto the ground again. Her body almost entirely limp. Exept for the fingers grabbing onto Danalia's thighs. Her back not even helping keep her head up. So she was being kept up by the rough fingers holding her head by her hair. Looking like a quite broken toy. One quivering arm moved over to her sex to cup the battered mess. And she limply started slapping Danalia's thigh. Pulling her head back, and wanting to breathe. All of her air having been spent in the shocked scream. Though she barely had any energy to resist at this point.

[12:47]*Danalia balls slapped against the woman's chin repeatedly as she was used like a cheap silicone toy. The crying face of the poor wench and her bubbling spittle making Danalia quiver in anticipation as she inched closer to orgasm. The gagging and sputtering of the tight confines of her throat giving the Futanari just enough resistance to get off in a marvelous fashion. Viscous pre-cum streaming down the dick-sleeve's throat in waves. A heavy miasma of cigarette smoke and ball-stench clung to the shame filled woman. The weight on the girl's head - primarily her entire fucking body - making the cock feel so much bigger as it railroaded itself down her throat in its standard brutal fashion. Her head wishing to just fall down with the rest of her body in a heap, but the turgid girlcock preventing. The Elf hilted herself inside the girl's throat as her round sacs of seed tightened. Sticky strands of white, burning hot seed immediately beginning to pump from her massive member in impressive shots. The cock's owner slowly pulling it back as her body was wracked in an orgasm - until her cock tip was once more the only thing in her tongue, as heavenly spunk pumped out into her mouth. Quickly making her cheeks bulge from all the spunk that was being unloaded into her - but with her gasping, sticky-with-semen-throat, that would just be so easy to swallow down quickly - right? The Elf gave her little time to swalllow the load that visably expanded the poor slut's belly outwards from all the girlcum that had been pumped into it. Finally breaking the seal of the woman's lips wrapped around her cock in, one, swift motion - thick tendrils of saliva splattering down onto the broken whore's body as the Elf's cock hung limply between her legs - half flaccid from the rather lovely orgasm. The Alchemist letting go of her head with a heavy, disappointed sigh at the girl. Taking yet another drag of her cigarette. This time bending over to exhale all over the woman's battered body that was laid out across the ground. "I guess I'll be keeping the blackhaired slut instead. She didn't need so much fucking air."