The naiad's head roll's back as you bury your sex hilt-deep into hers, and she lets loose a feral groan of pleasure...<br/><br/><"Hmm... A pleasant thought..."> The naiad rights herself and grins, leaning forward and wrapping her hands around the collar of your shirt, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory hunger. <"Good to know that I do not have to be too... careful... with you, elf..."><br/><br/>She giggles, and puts her weight forward, pushing your shoulders down into into the wet sand... and starts to ramp up the tempo. She starts off by just rocking her hips back and forth, letting her body adjust to your presence... and then, slowly, her rocking starts to include her rising and falling on her knees, pulling you out almost entirely before gliding, slowly, back down to the hilt. It's kind of like watching a bull-rider, though... what starts out a slow "test" quickly speeds up into a full on, flesh-slapping-against-flesh ride, her breasts bouncing frantically with every drop...