Hilda works on Hunk while Tammy works on the door

Hilda's mind is swimming in naughty thoughts as she contemplates her predicament.

How on Earth did I end up like this?

The crowd is leering at her and barraging her with lewd and lusty comments, especially about her naked, exposed body.

"If you wont suck your friend of, then dance for us!" Shouts the obnoxious, oblivious, and drunk half-elf. She's completely bottomless now, and even from here Hilda can see her love juices glistening in the light. "You've got the body of a tavern wench! Put it to good use! Give us a show!"

Hilda just stands there, freezing like a deer as her face getting hotter and hotter and her body continues to rub against her crush. Her hands are cupping his cock, which is getting harder and bigger by the moment.

"D-don't listen to them," Hunk stammers. He's as red as a beet from his head to his feet thanks to Hilda. He groans and shivers in pleasure as his legs start to buckle. Hilda catches him, and subconsciously starts to grind her dripping sex against his ass.

"I've got you..." She whispers as she kisses his shoulder. "And I'm never letting go of you!"

Hunk's dick is at full-mast now and turning purple from this constant teasing. Hilda's resolve crumbles as her lust overpowers her, and she starts to stroke him, in long, lazy motions.

The man gasps in shock. He's so close to cumming, but he is **** to avoid such a humiliating incident in front of so many people, even if this woman...

His thoughts are interrupted by Hilda's slutty, sensual motions. She squeezes him a little tighter as she strokes him, eliciting a sweet moan from him.

"When this is over..." Hilda whispers to Hunk. "I... I want us... to..."