Grinning, Mal set aside the washcloth, her hands now gripping the elf's hips as she slowly angled it down so that the tip was perfectly situated before those wanting netherlips. Her thick tip pushed against them, spreading them before pushing her way slowly inside that hot, tight tunnel. She doubted anyone could be watching or listening to them as they were in the bathroom of an inn room and she was certain the door was locked. Unless, of course, someone could pick locks like she could. As such, he was free to moan loudly as her shaft slid into the elf in one long, smooth thrust and was soon buried balls-deep inside the buxom little redhead underneath her. "Mmmh... blood and thunder, how I love blood elves."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>