Curse of Curves [Botch]

This was it! Dorito had wanted this since... since... She couldn't even think at this point. The little goblin was giggling excitedly as she was picked up and repositioned, quickly shifting her hands to avoid hurting herself or Lochlann. She did, however, react with a much louder moan than she anticipated at his sudden attention. She didn't realize just how hungry for her she had made Lochlann, she also didn't realize how hungry for him she had become.

It was a truly fascinating experience, her body shuddering and shivering uncontrollably as as hastily used one hand to try to pull his member free from his pants, the other hand needed to hold herself up. It didn't take too long for Dorito to hastily pull Loch's Cock free. Loch's Cock... Coch... Dorito chuckled inside her head, but also found herself staring down the proverbial barrel of the gun.

She had found herself a truly spendid penis, and would've admired it a little longer were it not for the sharp reminder that he was currently eating her out.

Dorito had to stretch her mouth a little to properly get Lochlann's member inside it, but it wasn't painful. She'd done this before, but never to this degree. She might wind up with a sore jaw if she kept this up all night. Granted, she did hope she would keep this up all night. She sucked at Loch with considerable gusto, though the tips of her teeth did drag along his skin slightly. Her tongue was narrow and extremely articulate, she put it to good use trying to show Lochlann just the kind of pleasure he was giving her.

Dorito was legitimately having trouble concentrating on her task at hand (or task in mouth). Her mind was flooded with all manner of lewd images, and her sex was flooded with all manner of Lochlann's tongue. The idea of secret coitus on the train ride back to his place wasn't naturally hers, though it felt like it was. This lead to all sorts of devious, delicious, dick-involving schemes!

The thought of screwing on a subway led to rutting in a restaurant, banging on the beach, sucking him off at the school, getting plowed at a pool... She had started to let those thoughts flow into Loch's mind, all sorts of fantastic bedroom antics taken far from the bedroom, somehow making them even more enticing!

However, Dorito almost forgot the task at hand! In fact, it was a task that took two hands, her tongue and just now the back of her throat. It took Dorito a while to work up a human-sized gag reflex, though she didn't think she was truly prepared for the Loch-Coch. Hehehe, she already had a nickname for it. She started to move practically her entire body, sliding her mouth along his length, stroking and teasing and gripping whatever she couldn't quite fit between her lips.

It was apparent this was a task she might not be able to finish in any kind of timely fashion, though it was becoming more and more apparent with each squeak, moan, and shiver Lochlann was coaxing out of her that she might be getting off first. She mumbled out copious appraisals of Loch's technique, but for the most part it was impossible to make out what she was saying. She was talking with her mouth full after all. Fortunately, her attempts to speak while working on Lochlann's equipment was hopefully an added benefit.

Dorito was being pushed to her limits and then some. She pushed herself down hard, taking as much of Lochlann's meat into her mouth as possible to muffle the screams he would've gotten out of her normally. The result was a still rather loud moan muffled by what Dorito was doing. Were there more people out at this hour she'd have certainly drawn attention with the sounds she was making as Loch drove the little goblin to a powerful orgasm.

She didn't so much shiver as she did spasm, her grip tightening on his shaft as her legs wrapped around his head and squeezed. She had to fight to keep from inadvertently biting down on Lochlann's sensitive and rather tasty tool, but the sensation of her sharp little teeth dragging over him was still quite present. Cum on him she certainly did, too. It seemed like Dorito might actually pass out on Lochlann, denying herself air by choosing to muffle her voice in this way.

Eventually, with an almost cartoony 'pop', Dorito pulled Loch from her mouth. Her words were short and weak, coming in between huge gasps for air. "Oh-my-god... Oh-my-god... Oh-my-god..." When she got enough breath back she squirmed herself down off of Lochlann, lying next to him in the alley with most of her upper body still on his lap, her hands still on his shaft. "Couldn't get you off? That won't do." She continued to stroke and tease the Loch-Coch (she was never getting that out of her head) as she spoke, her voice teasingly pouty and disappointed as she looked up at him with her big, orange eyes.

Yet as she spoke like this, her power kicked in. Lochlann's mind was suddenly flooded by all the fun he could have with her. How easy it is to hold her up while hammering into her, making her ride him while sitting around his home, how he could completely dominate her in his bed, his size allowing him to pin her down and rut on her like an animal. The thought of getting that satisfaction she couldn't provide in this alley, again and again and again...

"Think we could head back to your place so we can help release some stress?" She kept stroking him slowly, letting her nails tease his skin, her tongue darting up the side of his shaft. She needed this man, and she was going to make him drag her home if she needed to.