<span style="color: #808080">Lysandra soon found trouble in keeping her stance firm, her legs quivering slightly with each powerful thrust in to her. His legs shake as her muscles tense</span>, her right knee locks and then buckles before she lets her upper half fall against the wall. Every time he thrust in to her, everytime their bodies met and his balls let out a resounding wet smack from hitting her soaked clit she let out a sharp high pitched cry eeking out lout enough to send an echo through the upper halls. Her eyes began to roll back as her eyes fluttered, her head simply falling against the wall face first as she bit down on her tongue and ground hard. It was something she'd missed so much and longed for so hard for so long, that feeling of being filled and thoroughly mated. "<span style="color: #ff4d4d">By- The light- Of- Elume</span><span style="color: #808080">" Her words were hard and speratic, slipping in between hard deep beaths and her wailing eeks as she clenched tightly all up and down along her thighs and legs. Her knees even bend inward as she tightens as firmly as she can around the invading cock, her trembling fingers now splayed out as she braces herself fully against the wall. Each time their hips would meet her bottom gave a single firm shake, clapping loudly as their bodies collided and the stream of juices grow to a steady seep running down her legs. "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">I'm- Such a- bitch- I Dis- gust- Myself!</span><span style="color: #808080">" Her teeth clench hard as the Kal'dorei forms her right hand in to a fist and starts to pound against the wall, she rolls her shoulders hard the motion traveling down her back to form a firm shake from side to side threatening to buck the smaller elf free as she shouts out "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">Don't be such a pussy! Pull my hair!</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>