Aenu seemed to be very pleased with the reaction she was getting from the Elf as her hand kept playing with the shaft, still with a wide grin on her lips. Just like Aine had enjoyed pleasuring the Draenei, Aenu took great joy in pleasuring the Elf, the feeling of the thick member growing in her hand, along with the clear signs of lust that the Elf showed, was almost intoxicating for her. She wanted to keep going until neither of them had the strength to go on. She replied with a couple of nods as Aine spoke, and a couple of images of her riding the Elf flashed in front of her eyes, imagining both of them to be writhing in blissful pleasure by the time she was finished.<br/><br/>She wanted this, oh, so very badly, and she wanted to get started as soon as possible, so she began to wiggle beneath the elf, while both of her hands went to the sheets of the bed, to help her crawl backwards onto the bed, to get out from underneath Aine. Once she had freed herself, she got up on her knees, right in front of the Elf, and leaned in, to place a passionate, wet kiss on her lips, this time it was her time to let her tongue invade Aine's mouth, eager to meet with her tongue again. Aenu's hands found their way down to Aine's own as well, to gently rub against her palms. She wanted the kiss to go on forever, but she knew it had to end, eventually, so she let her hands move up to the Elf's chest, above her breasts, and she pushed her backwards, with enough force for her to fall onto her back, causing the kiss to finally be broken.<br/><br/>A playful giggle escaped the Draenei's lips as she watched the Elf fall onto her back, while climbing over her, eventually settling with straddling her hips, her moist womanhood pressing against Aine's waistline. Once she had settled into a comfortable position on top of the Elf, her tail sprung to life again, and this time, it was far more adventurous than it had previously been, as it went in to very precisely start cupping both of Aine's balls, as Aenu leaned in, for yet another loving kiss, seemingly not able to get enough of the sweet tasting Elven lips, and all the while, a hand had managed to find its way back on top of Aine's head again, apparantly being very fond of the snowy white mane.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>