White elf braid sways in slow chamber grind

In the dim glow of her ancient chamber, the elf maiden returns from the whispering woods, her white braid swaying as she sheds her robes. Eager to claim her lover's warmth after the day's solitude, she climbs onto his lap, her pointy ears twitching with anticipation. Her large breasts brush against him as she positions herself, pubic hair teasing his skin, ready to draw out the pleasure. She begins a slow grind in cowgirl, her nude body rocking deliberately, hips circling with deliberate slowness. Her mouth falls open in a soft gasp, eyes fluttering half-closed as the build-up makes her wetter, clenching around him, milking every inch while her braid falls over one shoulder, the anticipation thickening the air until neither can hold back.