Giovanni Francesco
The fat halfling's cock hung heavy and half-hard, swaying while he wiped the sweat from his brow. Elda, all slender elf grace, dropped her robes in a careless heap. Moonlight traced the curve of her breast, caught on the pink tip as she leaned over the barrel. She spread herself without ceremony, ass tilted up. The halfling spat in his palm, gave his cock a lazy stroke, then lined up and shoved in. She hissed, half pain, half pleasure, fingers gripping the wood. He gripped her hips and thrust again, short legs braced. Wet sounds filled the quiet alley. Elda bit her lip, then laughed—quick and breathless—when he slapped her thigh. "Faster, you little bastard," she managed. He obliged, huffing, belly slapping her ass with every stroke. Somewhere above, a drunk laughed, but neither spared a glance. The barrel creaked. She reached back, spread herself wider. He grunted and drove deeper.
Giovanni Francesco
The fat halfling's cock hung heavy and half-hard, swaying while he wiped the sweat from his brow. Elda, all slender elf grace, dropped her robes in a careless heap. Moonlight traced the curve of her breast, caught on the pink tip as she leaned over the barrel. She spread herself without ceremony, ass tilted up. The halfling spat in his palm, gave his cock a lazy stroke, then lined up and shoved in. She hissed, half pain, half pleasure, fingers gripping the wood. He gripped her hips and thrust again, short legs braced. Wet sounds filled the quiet alley. Elda bit her lip, then laughed—quick and breathless—when he slapped her thigh. "Faster, you little bastard," she managed. He obliged, huffing, belly slapping her ass with every stroke. Somewhere above, a drunk laughed, but neither spared a glance. The barrel creaked. She reached back, spread herself wider. He grunted and drove deeper.