Play with yourself while he undresses

"Oh, you putting on a show?" you tease, backing up towards the chair next to the vanity. "I love a good show."

Scars goes with it, shaking his hips jokingly as he unbuckles his belt and begins to unbutton his trousers. You show him you are hardly joking, settling onto the chair and leaning against the wall. You spread your legs wide, pulling your skirt up to your waist and resting one foot on the top of the vanity.

His hard prick springs free from his trousers and he swings it from side to side. You slide your fingers into the front of your panties and feel the damp warmth of your slit. You shiver as you brush against your clit and begin to stroke your sensitive bud as the handsome half-elf undresses.

You moan with pleasure and arch your back.

"That good, huh?" Scars says, tossing aside his leather armor.

Now clad only in a shirt he steps close and dances as he buttons the shirt, exposing washboard abs and chiseled muscles marked with scars and vivid tattoos. Your fingers slide wetly in and out of your aching cunt and your palm presses against your clit. You lean up and kiss him as you cum on your fingers, moaning into his open mouth and making your pleasure known with your cry against his mouth. As you fall back in the chair you catch his lower lip in your teeth and give it a tug before releasing it.

"Enjoying yourself?" Scars laughs.

"Immensely," you answer.

You slide off your panties as you come down from your orgasm and let him see your sopping slit. He takes off your corset and marvels at the heaving mounds of your breasts, flushed just above them, your nipples as hard as little stones. He smells like sweat and the road, but you want him badly.