Breath sucked desperately into her lungs, stealing it from his as they kissed passionately. That she was unable to properly draw breath left her feeling dizzy and combined with the rippling aftershocks of the first orgasm she could only cling to Iylldrraen while waiting for the world to stop spinning. The sound of the druid's rumbling growl failed to drown out the wet slurp of her accepting him deep into her body or the smack of flesh on flesh that seemed to echo through the room.<br/><br/>The Draenei shook and squirmed, unable to still her body while his cock sawed back and forth, igniting nerve endings that sent jarring jolts of sweet sensation up her spine. Her long, firm legs wrapped more tightly around him pulling him in tighter, demanding his full entry. A gasp flutters against his lips before her mouth slides and briefly her teeth nibble at his lips. Rounded hips shift and buck, changing the angle of his shaft to stir the deepest, most sensitive parts of her dripping nethers. It not enough though, Aelena was addicted to her liver and craved more from him.<br/><br/>A constant stream of plaintive needy noises looted from her lips when his head dipped to lick and kiss at her hot damp skin. It was a merciless tease and had her writhing all the more. The shaman could not contain her need but she could do little to affect his pace. Iylldrraen seemed content to keep the slow measured touch up until she was reduced to a needy little shell of her former self and part of her thought that might not be such a bad fate.<br/><br/>Iylldraaen's ferocity when his mouth reclaimed hers had the Draenei wrapping her arms around his to hold him deep in the kiss. Aelena was as ravenous as he was as their tongues and lips slid together. It was almost as if they had not seen each other in months rather then having sated their needs only hours before. Aelena smiled against his lips. She really did enjoy making up for their years apart. His constant balls deep thrusting was making her legs tremble to stay locked around him but the shaman held on valiantly, never wanting to let go of her lover.<br/><br/>He must have sensed her waning strength because the next thing she knew her back collided with the table. It was not the most gentle feeling but his body pinning her soothed any small pain. He had better leverage with his trapped like that and used it to pimp his cock in and out. It made the pale-skinned woman blush to feel her wetness streaming down the crack of her shapely ass, over the tail and then dripping to the floor below. She did not really care though. With the elf prick jamming into her, it was hard to care about anything else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>