Sheโs not dressed for battleโjust a fur coat slipping down soft shoulders, curves glowing in torchlight. The orcs surround her, towering, growling, hungry.
Melony doesnโt run. She leans in.
โStronger than I expectedโฆโ she whispers, as rough hands lift her with ease. Her breath catches, legs parting as their grip tightensโpossessive, primal, craving.
One at her front. Another at her back. Her moans echo off the stone.
Sheโs not afraid.
Sheโs ready.
๐๐ฆ Cave heat. MILF moans.
And she wants every drop. ๐๐ฅ