Lailithe's head bobbed dutifully along the Tauren's shaft head as the large Forsaken man approached, eager to give her first lover of the evening as much as she could before the second would have his turn.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"No doubt, my bull, we will get to finish this evening with eachother."</span>She winked up at him and leaned up to give him a long kiss, breaking it only when the Forsaken had arrived behind her. The newcomer was treated with a lust-drunk smile, and the wiggle of her hips in response to his quip.<br/><br/>She let out a joyous yelp of a moan as his rough hands began to handle her ass with such rough care, and clutched tighter on the Tauren's thighs that she had began to use for balance. Lailithe arched her back further to allow the Forsaken a better angle with his relentless foreplay, and even felt the need to scoot it backward at him to convey her enjoyment. Once the ice began to gather on her clit and slowly turn into a penetrating icicle, however, she went silent. It was not for a lack of enjoyment by any means, and the Tauren would be the first to see what was truly transpiring through her facial features.<br/><br/>With grit teeth and a strained look, it seemed as if she as acclimating to the cold for a moment. Once she had, Lailithe threw back her head in a silent gasp that signified she was trying all she could from losing herself immediately. Temperature, it seemed, was a fun fetish of hers. The growing vibrations that rocked her clit and her inner walls broke the silence and caused her to hang her head as she moaned and whimpered in absolute desire. She could barely muster a response to the Forsaken's question, let alone perceive it through her clouded mind.<span style="color: #ff4da6">"I-I don't care. Just fuck me!"</span>She managed to gasp out, bringing her head back down to the Tauren's cock and bobbing away at it like there was no sun rising tomorrow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>