Getting turned on

Daala watches in shock as her comrade was assailed by this saucy strumpet.

She was a thin, graceful, elegant elf with pale skin and pale hair done up in a bun under her turban. She was originally from the exotic, far-off lands to the west and had seen many strange and scintillating sights in her travels, but none of them had ever compared to this.

Seeing this bold, slutty woman appear as if out of thin air and then immediately start fellating her partner was so shocking... and so hot.

The rumors were true! The people of this land really are much more lascivious and lustful. Daala thought, as her cheeks blushed red and her breathing grew shallow.

Such daring! Such wickedness! A whore such as her would face terrible punishment in my land. But here... Daala was shaken from her thoughts as her male companion moans in pleasure as milky white jets shoot forth from his cock and are sprayed all over the human whore's face and hair.

Oh! Oh my... Daala gasps in shock as Hilda continues to submissively worship the man and his cock, rubbing it all over her face as she whimpers in pleasure, his seed dribbling down her chin and onto her ample, heaving bosom.

"Is... is that enough, sir?" Hilda breathlessly asks, even as she continues to kiss and suckle upon his manhood, and shake her ass in a most-enticing manner at Daala.

S-such a strumpet! Daala thinks as the foreign elf subconsciously loosens the sash tied around her waist and slides a delicate hand into her own pants.

The man can only moan and groan in ecstasy as Hilda continues to service him, from the head of his shaft all the way to the base of his balls. No inch of skin is left unlicked, unkissed, or unfondled. Then she briefly turns around and looks up at the horny elf.

"What about you, mistress elf? Must I pay you for entry as well?" Hilda asks in a voice so breathy, so sultry, it could melt even the coldest ice queen.

Daala can only blush and gasp as she makes eye contact with the horny human.