Regardless of how much fucking the Minotaur had left to deliver on Elisa's body, even he couldn't deny the almost supernatural tightness that the elf maiden, or well formerly maiden, deliver on his length, squeezing down like a vice, rippling all only the length of him as she squealed heavily, her juices spraying out along the length of him, drenching his thighs, and hers, in sticky elf girl-cream as she tried to get him off together with her.