Kitchen apron lifts for elf's second craving round

In the warm glow of the kitchen, the elf maid's body still tingles from her first gentle climax, her pink ponytail swaying as she stirs the pot on the stove. Barely catching her breath, she whispers a plea for more, her pointy ears flushing pink, turning just enough to invite him closer while the frilly white apron clings to her curves. He slides behind her, hands softly gripping her round ass, pulling the naked apron aside as he enters her from behind. She arches her back with a soft whimper, her body clenching around him in intimate rhythm, the sizzle of the pan mixing with her quiet gasps, every slow thrust building the charged heat between them.