Iylldrraen was rocking his hips back and forth, driving deep into her waiting, wanting depths and Aelena could not help but squeal against his lips with each harsh wave of sensation that washed over her. Her body moved counter to his, in perfect sync, to make sure their sweaty flesh clapped together and he got to thrust as deeply as he could into her. It was a whirlwind of sensation that carried the shaman along with it.<br/><br/>Her hand between her shaking thighs was moving frantically, shamelessly seeking more pleasure even though he was giving her so much already. Her kiss grew ever more disjointed, biting and sucking at his lips while her tongue duelled with his. The entire curvy form of her body pressed to his, her breasts flattening against his hard muscled chest and her hips grinding against him. Aelena craved his touch, craved his desire for her. Nothing seemed to be enough though and she whined her desperate need and frustration.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the Druid seemed to instinctively know what she needed, pushing her legs farther apart to allow him better access to her dripping core. His hips snapped forward, cramming her full of thick elven cock. Aelena's eyes rolled back and her hand sped up, stroking hard at her aching clit. He keep his mad pace, pounding into her hard enlightened that she had to let go of her lover's neck and grab the edge of the table before he pushed her too far across it. There was a growing sensation spreading through her and the stark white Draenei tried to push it down. She did not want to cum yet. It was too good and the thought of prolonging things sent shivers through her. Besides, just once she wanted Iylldrraen to cum before he had won her out completely.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>