Aine was so busy in the crook of Aenu's slender, graceful neck that she never saw the role reversal coming. Before the elf could even react she was winded and on her back with the gentle bell - like laughter of her new acquaintance ringing in the air. She let out her own laugh once she realized the situation but the joyous sound was cut short by a somewhat more fitting moan of pleasure as Aenu kissed and sucked at the flesh of her neck. The Kaldorei was malleable beneath the woman's soft hands as she twisted, bucked , and desperately angled herself to prolong every delicious second of contact she could. Her hands eventually found themselves situated at the small of Aenu's arched back , exploring the natural curve of her supple body while the Draenei did her own exploring and worked her way down the Kaldorei's midriff toward the obscenely large bulge occupying the crotch of her leather pants.<br/><br/><br/>When the Draenei finally arrived at her destination, Aine couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as the woman ran her cheek along the throbbing shape of her concealed member. "Goddess... yes, if I me it out of my pants we'd be lucky. " Another gasp sounds when Aenu's affections progress from gentle rubbing to teasing licks and kisses to the rough shape of the Kaldorei's meaty crown, the flared tip just barely visible at the very end of her bulge. The pleasure crawled up her spine and made her shiver as the Draenei shifted her hands up to her belt and she heard the tell tale rasp of metal as it was undone.<br/><br/>In that moment Aine finally made eye contact with Aenu and smiled back at her. The elf's eyes were glazed with lust and her cheeks were flushed pink as she tried to focus on the moment instead of how painfully tight her leathers felt around her throbbing cock. At least the Draenei made it easy. Her happy smile and wagging tail urged Aine into action , her hands combing affectionately through the woman's hair and nuzzling at the shape of her horns before she  casually unbuttoned her tight pants and with some struggle hooked her thumbs into them and pulled down while arching her hips up off of the bed.<br/><br/>The leathers had stuck to her legs with sweat from the humid day. With a wet schluck the separate from her flesh, the scent of sex and Aine's own natural musk filling the air as they pass the curve of her hip and roll down to expose what Aenu was no doubt waiting for. Her shaft doesn't so much spring into view as it lazily bobs into being , raising up from her crotch atop a pair of heavy, smooth lilac orbs heavy with seed. Just as felt the woman was far from small, in fact she was actually quite large, almost intimidatingly so but it wasn't from length alone. From her thick root to her meaty crown the woman was shy of eight inches but where she really seemed gifted was her girth. The elf was so thick that her meaty shaft didn't stand up erect like most but as it awaited Aenu's affection in the aftermath of its unveiling it bobbed downward at the end near the bloated,  bulbous crown. The type of thing even a skilled dicksucker would have trouble wrapping their lips around.<br/><br/>"Does she pass muster ?" The look on Aine's face told Aenu she knew the answer very well,  but it never hurt to hear she had a nice member if her partner wanted to spare the praise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>