The prudish elf melts like butter

"I... I... oooooooooo..." Daala moans as the human woman kisses and worships the elf's petite feet.

"Does this please you mistress elf?" Hilda asks as she continues to lick, snuck, and nuzzle against Daala, inadvertently spreading the man's cum smeared on Hilda's face all over the elf.

Dalaa is paralyzed by the pleasure, and can only blush and squirm. She comes from a very closed society. Things like this are simply unheard of! It also means the poor elf has no defense against Hilda's sensual assault.

"I'm sorry mistress elf," Hilda blushes and looks away, her lips quivering and her cunny leaking sticky, sweet honey down her own naked thighs. "This poor, worthless wench is ashamed of herself. It was wrong of me to think you wouldn't want payment equal to that of your companion."

The slutty warrior starts to work her way up the elf woman's smooth, hairless legs, raining a hail of gentle kisses and tender caresses down upon them.

"B-but... I..." Daala manages to squeak out as the disgraced noblewoman slides her hands up the elf's trembling body.

Hilda hooks her fingers into the elf woman's increasingly damp panties and starts to tug them down as the air fills with the fragrance of both women's aching, dripping need.