Dwarf women have beards

"I've heard that in your race, it's hard to tell the males from the females because they both have beards."

Pivo's voice is a seductive whisper.

Strange sensations surge through you.

Feelings you've never experienced before. Feelings you never even imagined you could experience.

Her hand moves teasingly lower and lower until it reaches the one place where your trousers have long since become uncomfortably tight.

She grabs hold.

"Oh yes," she breathes. "Definitely male."

You can't think of anything intelligent to say.

The blood that is supposed to be supplying your brain seems to have been rerouted to another part of your body.

Without understanding what she's planning, you watch as she drops to her knees in front of you.

Her nimble fingers begin working at the fastening of your trousers.

You’re breathing heavily.

Your legs are getting weak.

Everything around you seems to have vanished. All that’s left is Pivo and her tongue, working wonders.

Her mouth envelops your throbbing hardness. She sucks and licks with abandon. Although it seems barely possible, she coaxes your member to grow even larger.

Without thinking, you dig your fingers into her hair, pulling her close to you.

She doesn't resist. She doesn’t even lose her rhythm.

Her tireless tongue works its way over the sensitive underside of your shaft.

The tip of your member slides into her throat.

She hums contentedly. A steady vibration that spreads to you.

You clench your teeth to keep from crying out.

Sweat breaks out. You feel your groin tighten. The pressure becomes overwhelming. You hold Pivo, as if she were the only thing keeping you upright.

Then it erupts.

It shoots out of you.

Unstoppable.

Pivo swallows, sucks, and keeps licking until the last drop is gone.

Only then does she free herself from your grip, springing lightly back onto the balls of her feet.

She licks her lips and looks up at you with a mischievous grin.

“So, how did I do?”

You’re at a loss for words.

As if in slow motion, you slide down the wall.

“Um…,” is all you manage to say.

She leans forward and presses her lips to yours.

The kiss tastes funny.

“I really have to go to sleep now,” she says, patting your cheek. “And you’d better get dressed properly before you wake Gerald up for his shift.”