Whitemane gasped, her lips coming free from the tauren for the first time in a long while. The woman's back arched from the sudden sensation between her legs, and she turned to see the orcess, bent backwards in a show of agility and strength both, having her head nestled between the High Inquisitor's thighs."Gog grazul..."The male orc's meat appeared hard as iron, and he was murmuring what she surmised to be small words of encouragement to the orcess as her hand tugged along his length with a shaky, excited fervor mirrored only by her tongue. He caught Whitemane's gaze and rolled his hip forward, his member towering up as it twitched with excitement, his lips splitting into a scowl in a silent promise of what was to come. Whitemane did not speak a word of orcish and thus resorted to something she had found to work in the past; rolling her tongue over her deep red lips and simply moaning at him.It proved very efficient, once again.-----Whitemane takes home another second place in a Less Popular Ladies poll, and thus gets herself another consolation wallpaper. You are correct in that I took a pre-determined Warcraft piece as an excuse to insert my orcess OC, and I will shamelessly admit thusly, but let us not dwell on the past and look towards the future! Jokes aside, hope you enjoy it folks!And thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all your kind words! The Scenario from the look of things will eat up quite a few extra days this month but I think it'll be a real nice one. But I digress - I best get back to work, so please take care of yourselves out there, as well as each other!/DH