The cut of Alaedra's dress essentially prevents the dark elf from getting her hands underneath and directly onto her breasts, so Alaedra has to just knead and caress them through the satiny material. It's almost painful, the ache Alaedra feels at not getting that direct contact, but that is it's own kind of sweetness to Alaedra.<br/><br/>The drowess begins to whimper and moan more as the erinyes works her magical tongue deeper along Alaedra's wet folds. She hot and very wet, her skin glistening and prickly with sweat and heat as her back arches further, Alaedra reaching behind her to grasp the back of the chair of leverage. If her pointy nipples weren't visible through the thin dress before, they are now as Alaedra's perky little breasts push up and out as she twists and pushes her sex forwards even more, her stockinged legs kicking slightly as she adjusts.<br/><br/>Finally, her electrified body giving in to the erinyes expert technique, Alaedra gasps, really a suppressed cry, as she cums, her honey flooding out to stain the erinyes sweet lips. Alaedra's body tenses and she tips her head back and to one side, holding tight to the chair as the waves of her orgasm wash through her, finally ebbing, and she relaxes, panting slightly with her eyes closed.