|| Holy moly Heleanor Hainsworth.

|| Every day the Internet becomes less a place worth our time.

|| Doing what? Writing, reading, gaming, a little bit of freaking, and lurking on my discord.

|| You certainly got your money's worth! It all looks great.

It's probably for the best that she's unable to speak at this very moment. Sure to succeed in only drawing the ire of the pesky little kobold she's throating now.

Grubby little hands grip her horn tips. Handled to keep her held down while his hips swing vigorously. Well and truly fucking her face.

|| That's right! I'd show them, but I don't have them on hand to show off at the moment-

|| It's not anything for games here so I can just spill the beans. They're clocks, but styled like paper talismans that are being ripped up as the clock progresses.

|| Hi yes my direct messages are open and your mimic is waiting for you.

At least the mimic won't tell of her loss!

She'll just have to keep quiet.

Now that'd be quite the sight.

One can only wonder how the half orc would take some anal bead-esque appendage of a mimic going wild on her.