As she found her supple cheeks exposed to the air Lysandra let out another moan, this one soft and long uninhibited by shyness as they stood alone in the room. The warm air from the fire was a welcome comfort in the coastal town, causing her entire back to go lax as it crawled up her back. "<span style="color: #ff4d4d">That's better. I'm sorry if I'm being such a bitch, I know I am. It's not that I don't like you Mr Elamir, if I didn't then I wouldn't be fucking you, it's just that I don't find much attraction in a man who doesn't hold to his own urges.</span><span style="color: #808080">" Lysandra bit her bottom lip as she turns her face back to the wall, the warmths rigidness of his cock laying against one of her shapely asscheeks causing her to arch her back and thrust her bottom out. It bounces against his hips as it bent back and penned his meaty shaft against his stomach. Her thin delicate pussy lips would have been clearly visable had her hips not been right against his, the toned tightness of her thighs and buttocks tugging her cheeks up just enough to expose her tender nethers to the world. "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">So just fuck me already, I simply can't wait for another cock. You just don't know what it's like Mr Elamir. Living in my lands, with so many of my elven sisters filling every role of society and so few of the males to give me what I need. You can give me what I need though, can't you Elamir?</span><span style="color: #808080">" As she spoke she made an effort in rolling her hips slowly from side to side, her asscheeks bobbing in a wave as gradually his cock was rolled back an forth enough that it wedges right between her asscheeks. Her pussy lightly dampened already as it ground against the very base, leaving a warm sticky spot on the underside of his shaft just aboce his ballsack.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>