Lailithe's hand stroked nice and slowly over Molakatar's cock, she occasionally even gave her palm a nice long lick to help keep it nice and smooth in motion. She rested along the Tauren's chest as she straddled his leg and set her mug to the side so that she could place her own free hand along her still-oozing slit. Watching some of the commotion all around, and particularly the Kal'dorei woman before her, she would massage at her clit in circular and slow motion. There was a part of her that was growing impatient, and soon she was going to need more servicing one way or another.<br/><br/>In the meantime, however, she looked back at the Tauren with a friendly and perhaps affectionate smile. "You're built like the type of man who could level a battlefield, you know. I may not look it myself, but I'm an armsman as well. Magic was never quite my style-- but beating foes with a shield has always been fun enough." Perhaps the conversation was a bit shallow, but she expected the Tauren wouldn't mind any. It was a luxury of the afterglow, and the calm before the storm, afterall.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>