Forearms of feral beast were well nailed over the ground, so her weak attemp to retrain him didn't help but tickled his lusty feeling to had the princess mercilessy exposed under any of his lowest desire.<br/>his memories weren't wrong: elven maiden's nectar, specially princess one, taste...enchanting. A pure hymn of the nature with blatant invite to copulate or mate.<br/>under the intimate privacy of the princess's gown quick lap thrust moisten the silk of her panties fade the bright silver to the delicious pink of her untouched hidden apecroit.