There was a brief smile of genuine appreciation that took over her expression, one of which she flashed to the tauren with little worry. "<span style="color: #ff4da6">You're the first of your kind I've ever taken, and I must say that you are certainly a charmer in your own regard. Quite the man, yourself."</span>Her girlish giggle came forth once again, laced with mischief as she stood up from his lap and took a brief respite from stroking him. Lailithe moved to the bar and finished the rest of her drink in a series of long chugs, and then moved back to Molatakar.<br/><br/>She eased herself back along him once again, and sat hovering above him once again tantalizingly. His seed had long since dripped out of her, but her own slick juices still flowed enough to drip along his member to grace it with her warmth. Without much build up-- as if it was necessary given how long he was kept hard-- she eased herself back down onto the tauren's cock. Tensing and tightening around it's massive shaft resumed as if they had never taken a break, and Lailithe couldn't help but let out a long and sultry moan.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"Fuck me again, fill me again!"</span>She cried, already beginning to lift and drop herself along his hips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>