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Fel Friday! Anu’aka’s Casting Couch

“Ha! How does it feel to have a real cock pounding you?” Embris taunted, a light smile crossing his face as he looked down on the exotic prone female before him. “Dis it? I guess it ain’t bad, bit small compared to da Amani tho.” Anu’aka shot back, biting her lip gently as she hoped her barb would bring out his wilder side.

“Why you… you Savage! I will show you my power!” Embris yelled as he grabbed her legs, pushing as hard and deep as he could.  “Dat’s betta!” she whispered, peeking over as the camera as it moved it’s gaze over her body.

Xixibit sighed, “Less talking, more banging!” as he kept the camera rolling.

Maintaining Secrecy

Alannah Ravenbreeze is, by all accounts, an ambitious elf. Since arriving in Stormwind two years ago she’s quickly made a name for herself as the most successful florist in the Eastern Kingdoms, operating right out of the Trade District.

But what many don’t know is that she has no talent in floristry whatsoever. Her true talent is found in the management of the brothel residing beneath the floor of her flower shop, which exists merely to act as an innocent front. All one need do is inquire about the nonexistent ‘Stormwind Hyacinth’ to be permitted entry.

It stands to reason the king would shut her venture down were he to ever find out. While many are happy merely to serve as clientele, Alannah has to personally convince some members of the Stormwind Army to look the other way. 

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Finger Sparks and Fireworks!

That evening, Felina became acquainted with a high elven hunter from the Trueshot Lodge in Highmountain; he had traveled far to partake in the Kirin Tor’s famous New Year celebrations. Unfortunately, the mood of their conversation reflected that of the party: it was rather awkward and mundane. But once the Darnassian night elves arrived with their many barrels worth of smuggled arcwine, the festivities quickly took a different turn!

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Iron Friday! “Surviving Orc Encounters” by Sara Stonehearth

“Ello! Welcome to a special edition of my best selling survival guide! This month we gonna look into surviving an encounter with a savage, brutal orc!  We are right now far inside an entombed valley, somewhere deep in ancient Nagrand, we…  wait… here one comes! It’s a big one!”

Grom Hellscream “You there… Dwarf! How dare you desecrate these graves!”

“The first job, don’t panic! Orcs can be feral creatures that spook easily.  Start by making eye contact and holding it to tell it you ain’t gonna back down, keep staring as you slowly begin taking off your clothing one at a time.  The act of removing your garments will confuse and befuddle the creature.

Grom Hellscream “What… what are you doing!?

“We got it flustered!  Now get down on the ground, don’t break the eye contact! It’s important you keep it focused on you! Once down, crawl slowly over to it in a subtle manner, getting ready to put ourselves in a better position.  We are trying to establish on the orcs heirachy as strong yet submissive!  Once you get close enough, reach in and yank out the penis!  Do it quickly before it realizes what has happened!”

Grom Hellscream “Who… who are you talking to… HEY!”

“YOINK! Now that you have it, stroke the penis vigorously to relieve some pressure, before grabbing the balls.  Now you have taken some of the control away, but don’t get cocky! Ahaha! Believe it or not, an orc can power through most testicale pain.  What we gotta do is knock the wanker right out with a good cream.  Take ya lips and wrap them around the head, making sure to get a good seal around that throbbing knob.  Once you got it to fit, suck like a murloc entered in a beauty pagent!  Never break the eye contact!

*long string of slurping sounds commences.*

Grom Hellscream “Oh… oh shit…  Why is this working! Ahhhhhhhh!

Bloody hell! He was a real canon, that one! Once climax has been reached, you can sneak away, or engage in some pillow talk, I ain’t gonna judge!

Congradulations, lads and lasses! You just survived an orc encounter!

Check out next time when I brave the peaks of Highmountain! Cheers!”

Mystic Lodge Lovers

The Peak of Serenity

 At their tranquil hidden monastery in northern Kun-Lai Summit, members of the monk order study the discipline of the August Celestials, focus on harnessing their chi, spend hours training at weaponless combat and longer still meditating earnestly in their search for true peace of mind.

But sometimes they just fuck.  

Beach Booties ‘n Booze – Featuring Grok and Val!

The sun hung brightly over Stranglethorn Vale, baking down upon the three friends as they caroused about in the pleasant waters. The goblin brews had kicked in a good while back, so what was once mere splashing and innocent romping had now grown to involve a wide range of more lascivious behavior.

Grok, of course, was the center of attention. Both Felina and Val clung to his green body, gasping as his large hands found way down their bikini bottoms. The game was over, the girls had won, and the beach ball was already floating steadily back to shore.

“Sorry you two,” Grok said, “I don’t have any prize on me.”

“Oh,” Felina muttered dreamily, her slender fingers venturing down towards the orc’s groin. “I beg to differ…”

As if rehearsed, the two girls both pulled down the orc’s swim shorts, sending his manhood swinging before their desirous eyes. Felina bit the back of her finger as Val reached out for the massive cock, tugging ambitiously at it.

Grok laughed. “Perhaps we should take this back to the beach?”

“But we only brought one chair,” Felina moaned. “I just hate getting sand everywhere. Ugh, and I mean everywhere.”

“Tell you what,” Val grinned, “I think I know an exercise or two that’ll have that sand bounce right back off you.”

“And she means bounce,” Grok emphasized. He guided the two girls back to shore, one at each side, his hands giving their buttocks a playful squeeze as they rose out of the water.

“Ah-ah,” Val said, wagging a pink finger at Felina. “I’m the oldest, I go first.”

“But,” Felina said, perplexed, “you’re a night elf. How is that fair? How old are you even?”

“Older than you, and that’s all that matters.” She turned to face Grok. “I need to tame the beast. You know, so you don’t get hurt when it’s your turn.”

“Get hurt… Wha? Grok! Say something!”

Grok only shrugged, giving off a light chuckle. “I don’t know. Val does seem particularly determined to go first. I don’t think we should anger her.”

Felina tensed up in response, her irises flashing ominously with fel energy before forcing herself to relax. “Fine! Whatever. I have some reading to do anyway. Damn it, I really wish the Legion wasn’t invading right now…”

And thus Felina was forced to wait her turn as Val straddled the handsome orc and descended upon his throbbing cock. Not even the chaotic runes in the young warlock’s tome could retain her attention when Grok began to pound ferociously into the night elf.

Biting her lip, Felina grew increasingly restless and desperate as her friends’ moans filled the hot air. The tingly feelings of the saltwater drying on her skin were quickly outrivalled by those of emptiness in her nethers. All she cared about was when the time would come for that emptiness to be filled.

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