Phosphoria grinned at his comment and didn't aid him in his attempts to unbuckle her leather-strapped top. Instead she stopped stroking his now fully erect cock, and placed both her hands onto the bar to steady herself. With slow and sensual movements the curvaceous woman started riding his lap on the rhythm of the tavern's current slow and steady song. The troll could feel the half-elven girls wet lips slowly stroke over his hot and throbbing meat, but she paid careful attention to not let him slide past them. Ever so teasingly she moved over his rigid veins, lubricating his quivering shaft while sliding back and forth over his lap.<br/><br/>With an entertaining grin she leaned backwards and arched her back against his chest with her arms wrapped around his neck. In this position, he could see the faint hint of a carefully trimmed red stripe above her cunny, flashing in between the strips of her revealing skirt. Her breasts were prompted forwards again, leaving him to look at her dazzling cleavage still well-tied together by the impossible leather confinements of what she dared to call her shirt.<br/><br/>''Maybe I like waiting, maybe it will be you not wanting to wait any longer any more...'' She said with a husk voice, while kissing the part of his neck that was accessible to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>