Nyxara barely had enough time to speak before Leonhard flicked the buckle of her tunic, letting it slip down to her waist, his grin growing deeper as his eyes lingered on her heavy, caramel breasts swaying freely. "I can't believe I haven't touched you for so long."
"M...Master...." Breathless as his fingertips spread her soft petals, sliding along her creamy slit with a slow crawling motion.
He continued to enjoy the situation, but showed no intention to stop when he slipped open his pants and toss them onto the floor, freeing his cock with a bounce.
Full, fat and completely swollen, a weapon that numbed the dark elf's brain. "So, are you going to give the answer yet?" His eyes closed with a groan, curling his fingers inside her warm entrance with a wet, sticky shlick. "Didn't you want this cock?"
Leonhardt's teasing caused Nyxara to blush furiously, her breath hot and unsteady.
