The sun set over the idyllic forest of Grandure's Range, one warm spring evening. The air was cool, and filled with the songs of birds, and the chirps of crickets, as well as the crackling of the campfire. These, however, were drowned out by another sound. The deep, lustful moans of a woman caught in the throws of ecstasy, and the firm slap of flesh upon flesh.
Marcus Kazan found himself between the legs of an elven maiden that he had recently rescued. She was buxom for an elf, with hand-filling breasts, and wide hips, as well as thick golden curls, both upon her head, and above her womanhood. Said womanhood was currently squeezing his dick like a vice.
He had found this woman while wandering the forest, in the clutches of a tribe of goblins. The little brutes had been about to spit-roast her, and he had been quick to intervene. Later, though she had no money, she had proven more than willing to share a bedroll with him as reward for his services.
They now lay in the middle of the forest, their strained gasps and moans filling the air as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge of climax.
Marcus Kazan found himself between the legs of an elven maiden that he had recently rescued. She was buxom for an elf, with hand-filling breasts, and wide hips, as well as thick golden curls, both upon her head, and above her womanhood. Said womanhood was currently squeezing his dick like a vice.
He had found this woman while wandering the forest, in the clutches of a tribe of goblins. The little brutes had been about to spit-roast her, and he had been quick to intervene. Later, though she had no money, she had proven more than willing to share a bedroll with him as reward for his services.
They now lay in the middle of the forest, their strained gasps and moans filling the air as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge of climax.