Fucking Insatiable

She leaned in close, her skin a vibrant shade of gray-blue, wrapping her palms and fingers around the back of his neck. Her breath was wet and warm, she smelled like oranges and naked sweat. She sank down in to him, where he sat perched on the end of the bed, her legs against his legs, her chest against his chest, her waist against his waist, and her lips eating up his, pressing him down and climbing atop him. Her body was soft and hard, her stiff erection rubbing against his body. Owain was a relatively well-endowed man, he knew that he was, but it didn't quite feel like it at the moment. All seven of them had him beat (and all seven of them were looking eagerly forward to beating off on, around, above, and perhaps most importantly inside of him).

Her tongue slipped inside of his mouth, pushing him gently open. She seized one of his hands in hers and brought it down between them, guiding him to stroke both his cock and hers together, raising her hips forward and back as he did. The draenei's nipples were burning hot against his skin, her whole body was, she had been waiting entirely too long for this. Another pair of hands lifted his head and shoulders up, a second woman sliding in to sit behind him, his head against her belly and her soft but growing dick laid beneath his shoulders. He could feel her. She stroked the side of his face, playing idly with his beard as his own hand busied away at pumping the two wild firehoses trapped between two bodies (a silly metaphor that Owain already regretted thinking). The woman on top of him bit down softly on to his lower lip, purring in to his mouth.

She pulled away, giving him one last peck on the lips. The woman climbed on to the bed with her knees, inching forward until she practically sat upon Owain's chest, leaving him no choice but to gaze fully on her erect member. Her thick shaft was propped up proudly in front of him, wide and oval and lined with dark-purple veins begging for a warm place to stay. Her warm cock was eleven inches from its meaty dark-blue head down to where its base rested on a pair of swollen blue balls, each of them close to the size of a woman's fist (blue was the regular state of being for these balls, so don't feel too bad for her).