Why women had to do all that work, Alaine woul never know, because the show this elf put on for him now was the most sexy thing possible. The way she writhed and twisted under his hands as he sought out, found, then stoked her pleasure zones. Of course, real men made it so women never had to fake it. Not that he thought this elf would, though she certainly could. BY the time he swung her on top, they were both at a fever pitch. His blood was flushed and racing, his face burning with desire and need as he felt her work her butt and hips against his hardness. HE felt that painful, lunging need rushing through his cock as his anticipation grew.<br/><br/>He watched her kiss his cock with her lower lips and noted her own juices flowing even as she slowing took him into that bottom hole. He groaned, closed his eyes, and luxuriated in the feel of her velvet pussy flowing over his hardness. It was different, better and worse, than her mouth and he enjoyed the fact that it was happening as much as he loved that she was doing it herself. He rested a hand on her hip, feeling her smooth, lovely skin beneath his hands.<br/><br/>Alaine could never understand those who took this; or tried, since it could never be taken. Only a pale shadow of this feeling could be accomplished via rape. When the woman was into it, horny, lusting as well it was like heaven in her pussy. He grunted again as he felt his need rush through his cock and knew he might not last long, but eh wanted to feel her smooth, graceful movements grinding against him so he just put a hand on the curve of her hip where it met her waist and looked up at her with a fool's grin. "You have a lovely pussy, Ma'am. Can I have the name attached to that pussy?" THis was definitely going in his mental belt notches.