Chapter 11
by 
ShyValkyre
What's next?
Passive
You decide to further throw caution to the wind. You pull away from the elf's tight buns and lift yourself up onto your knees, still gripping your erection. Your eyes rove over Xharlion's prone figure: his mouth is still slightly a gap but now there is just a slightly dark dusting of red across his nose. Your eyes settle on the Elf's loins. Do you want to play with his dick or his ass?