Her stare rose high on the horizon, like the black button eyes of a child's stuffed doll and she felt a frisson of excitement that transcended her better nature and pushed her on. Her mouth opened wide; the top lip thin, with a natural cupid's bow, the bottom larger and more plush. She jingled and fluttered her delicate tongue and like a waterslide, she guided the enticing liquid into her gullet; the keen, undisputed burn of alcohol; the elixir of life to many, the brutal bitter end to some. Watching its gentle downward vortex was hypnotizing, but what was even more enthralling was the ongoing display that could only be described as a lewd renascence painting. She dwelled on the taste, rolling the cool pool on her palate, curling her lips around the waterfall like one would to a glass or the flexing girth of a cock, leaving behind a painted streak of effort and delight. A new vice, perhaps? Either way, she intended to virtue it, savour it and she did so with a soft sipping and the gentle rise of her toned abdomen.<br/><br/>One would think that the pre-dawn silence of a forest would bring with it a chilling cold, and perhaps it would, but to Elisa, it was irrelevant. Her heart pulsed like an uproared volcano in bloom, like a tiny sun for the evening, mimicking the features of a warm summer day. The brass bedstead of her soul blazed cheerfully and mantled through her slender limbs. She even gave off streaks of smoke, barely there and harmless, twisting in their artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled starlight above. The sensory bombardment had the fire within her crackling and popping, each scarlet flame radiating heat, penetrating the barrier of flesh and skin, seeping through her cold-sheltered shell.<br/><br/>Elisa let out an involuntary purr of arousal - her backside buddy's hips drawn back, his cock blazing its path between her healthy buns, oiled silk on steel. Suddenly, she clawed like a hen-hawk upon the swirling structure on the man's horned visage, tightened, white-knuckled. Her hand fell towards the base, towards the covert of sweet ferns of tousled locks. Effortlessly, she sunk her fingers into the criss-crossing roots, manicured nails kneading attentively while the rest of her body became a living, wiry arc. It twitched and locked to curve her spine into a vibration, heavy, convulsive. The other quivering hand fell upon the broad waist of her tail-tucker. Her hands were just there, perfectly still on his skin, adoring, trembling. Her knees juddered; spine like warm jelly; brain, well, there was probably a heap of cells still alive, but whatever thought they might have transmuted into was long gone and replaced with something beautifully, simple-minded and atavistic.<br/><br/>Providing a comfortable, fortuitous cock-sleeve for the sanity-shattering invasion of his prying member sat surprisingly well with her. Hell, she even backed up until her trembling and wide-spread womanly sweetness kissed the very base of the one-eyed tool, noting, with the merest hit of a coy smile, every little vein-ribbled bump imprint itself against her spasmodic cunt-walls. A throaty grunt whipped past her lips as her body clenched fiercely around the brutal voyage towards her very uterus, the warmth an otherworldly boiling abyss quite unlike any other. Elisa quaked, moaned, whimpers and rejoiced all at once while inelegantly using the tender handhold on the two men to properly steady and align the ongoing fuck that delivered a plenitude of cock-meat deep into her exposed flesh. Pretty forget-me-not, cock-hungry eyes beamed with obvious desire as she eyed the feasting faun, amazed at her matter-of-facty view of the sexual encounter that sent violent shivers barrelling throughout her milky body.