There could only be a single word to describe elves. Moist. The moment he skewered Ciela's tight cunt, a viscous warmth flooded her stretched tunnel, soaking his cock. Overwhelmed, Asmodeus gripped tightly, holding her ass against his thighs.
"Ciela!" As his breath escaped his lungs. Asmodeus grunted her name through gritted teeth.
Hot, slippery and filled with countless fleshy bumps which clung to his cock, stroking his length like small, passionate tongues.
"Aghhuuk..."
The elf in question couldn't respond. Her head thrown back, with eyes rolled up, and drooling as her pussy swallowed his cock greedily mid orgasm.
Asmodeus held her in place, yet her folds dragged him deeper each time her muscles tightened around his glans with a squelch. Then, she forced him out with the immense pressure of her clenched asshole and a wet pop.
"Is this your limit?" He asked—half checking on her and half curious.
'She squirted the instant I penetrated her cervix...'
