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The orc's powerful hands, like boulders, knead her flesh, his touch a stark contrast to her own soft, ethereal form. He works his way down her body, his hands brushing against her perky breasts, making her nipples harden. He lingers there, his thumbs circling her areolas, causing her to arch her back, pressing into his touch. He smirks, his tusks glinting, as he continues his descent, his hands now spreading her legs, his fingers brushing against her wet, eager pussy. She moans, her body writhing, as he begins to stroke her, his thick fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.