Maryelle's Climax

After a moment, she lifted her face and said around sighs, “Ah… You know if you did that just a bit more…” There was some begging in her otherwise normal tone of voice and I wasn’t sure what to think. I mean. What the hell was going on here?

But I really wanted to touch her breasts again so I pressed my hands back to them as Maryelle practically thrust the rather large and bouncy orbs into them with an awfully excessive cry of excitement. It made me look around again in alarm but once again no one was paying us any extra attention at all. Neither fellow People of the Land or Adventurers. After a several moments of soft buoyant mammary fondling I had the unseemly urge to ask for more and a strange lack of inhibition that had me actually doing so.

I had the index fingers of either hand sliding along her warm skin at the top of her cleavage as I asked, “Should I touch them directly?”

The blonde elf’s eyes actually lit up before she got this naughty expression on her face, tilting her head to the side with a pinky at the corner of her smirking lips, “Oh I don’t know…” Despite her words, the way she said them and every iota of her body language told me she most definitely wanted me to, so….

I grabbed the top of her dress, fingers clasping the cups of her black bra as well, and I slowly pulled on it until two absolutely beautiful big milky white boobs flowed out into the open, topped with tiny pink crinkly hard nipples. I slid my hands up to grasp them, pushing my palms into her warm yielding flesh as my fingers spread out to squeeze and massage as much of them as they could. As soon as my hands made contact with her nipples there was a sea-change in Maryelle’s moans and whimpers and I was encouraged to focus my attention there. I had only just started to stroke each tiny pink nubbin between my thumbs and fingers when she cried out very loudly as she threw her head back, her hips pumping rather oddly below.

My hands froze at this and soon Maryelle had her arms crossed over her bosom as she sort of hunched over, gasping and sighing repeatedly as if coming down from a long race. “Wh-what happened?” I asked.

It took a moment for her to lift her head and open her closed eyes, the warm relaxed smile never leaving her face, “Oh you know… you naughty boy!” Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me before she sent a look heavenward and spoke in more normal tone of voice, “Oh but my old ones were never so sensitive!” Then her mischievous expression turned my way again, “Or maybe you just have the magic touch, Mr.!”