Lailithe didn't have much time to express her delight at the woman's obliging to watch. She could feel the tauren approaching her, so she knew she would only have a small amount of time before she felt him mount her-- time she had to soak up as she gazed over the fellow elf. In truth, she was closer to the lesbian side of her bixsexuality. Times before this she would fool around with her maids back at home, with the occasional male or suitor. The excitement of it all was growing to burst, coupled with the lust that had only built from giving the tauren a personal tour of Sin'dorei hospitality with her mouth.<br/><br/>But then she felt him, the head she had previously worked on so diligently now knocked at her door, and by the Sun it was killing her. Her eyes closed tightly and her back arched at the teasing and rubbing of the head against her slit, causing her to grasp the barstool with white knuckles.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"I can tell you this... Ngghh." </span>She dropped her head down and let her black locks fall about.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"This charming tauren is worth joining in for."</span><span style="color: #808080"> Lailithe afforded him a brief lookback with her hair still draped over her face,</span>giving what smile she could. His hips were already pushing into her by the time she had looked, and it was too late to brace herself any further.<br/><br/>The Sin'dorei woman let out a yelp and whimpered with pain that was overridden by pleasure. Her head once again draped down as she struggled to regain her composure, but feeling every inch and detail of his massive cock inside her could offer little reprieve. Panting like a whore and grasping the stool with both hands now, she let go completely and moaned out loudly. Each slow thrust into her made it easier to tolerate and enjoy, so she took initiative and began rocking her hips back into him to help synchronize him into a greater depth, eliciting more sensual and loud moans from her. Damned if she wasn't becoming one of the loudest women in the tavern right now, and damned if she cared if she was.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Mmm, let m-me see what's under those trousers at lea-- Ah! AH!.. at least... No show is free, cous-sin."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>