Lakeside elf whimpers as he sinks deep from behind

The elf slipped away from the castle feast at dusk, her white dress still clinging to her skin. She found him waiting on the lakeside blanket, the distant spires glowing behind them. Now she lies on her stomach, cheek pressed to the fabric, pointy ears twitching as he kneels behind her and sinks deep. Her bare feet curl, nipples grazing the blanket with every slow thrust. She bites her lip, letting out the softest whimper while her slick walls clench around him. The gentle rhythm builds, her hips rocking back to meet each intimate stroke until her breath catches in quiet, trembling pleasure.