Tarwen bends you over

Tarwen stands up, his hard prick bobbing up and down as he walks towards you. He takes you by the shoulders, pushing you towards the bed and running his hands down to your waist. Your knees bump against the bed and Tarwen takes hold of your waist and pushes on your back so that you fall forward onto the bed.

You bounce once on the cushioned mattress and lay atop the soft pillows of your breasts, your head turned to one side so you can see the old farmer standing above the pale, heart-shaped mound of your ass. Tarwen lays his hands on your cheeks and gives them a squeeze.

"Nice ass, elf girly. Usually they aren't quite so plump and sweet looking," Tarwen gives your ass a slap and your cheeks, though firm, jiggle slightly from the impact.

Tarwen begins to pull and prod you as he inspects your pussy and ass.

"Let me see that pussy. Looks nice and pink and tight," he presses a finger into your slit. "Oh and so wet. Are you horny for a human prick?"

"Yes," you moan.

"Let's see that pink asshole of yours," Tarwen roughly grabs your ass and spreads the cheeks apart. "So pretty and tight. I bet it's hungry for a nice, thick human prick."

"Oh Gods," you moan and bite your thumb.

He drags a finger down your crack and over your sensitive rosebud. You can feel his hard prick prodding against the back of your thigh and you wonder how Tarwen will take his pleasure from you.