Lonely Mature Woman Seeking Companionship

“Feel how wet I am,” she whispered into his ear. He flinched, not in pain, but in surprise, as her arm wrapped around his side. The skin was darker than the rest of his flesh, and from the tip of his retracted foreskin jutted a little pink head. They moaned loudly into each other’s mouths, tongues dancing. Unlike in most human cultures, the natural sexual curiosity and explorations of young elves were encouraged, and thus she was quite adept at all manner of earthly pleasures despite her youth (just 29-years, barely an adult among the long-lived races.) Her womanhood had been painfully torn the night before, but she was ready and willing to offer Grimbol other forms of entertainment. The shaft was small, narrow and short as her middle finger despite its engorgement. Their mouths came together and tongues darted out, sending more shivers down their spines.