Ethan's fingers clenched tightly in Faelith's golden hair.
Her eyes met his at that very moment, wide with surprise, as she felt the pressure in her mouth increase and his member throb thickly against her tongue.
She didn't pull back. On the contrary. She relaxed her jaw and sank even further, her lips reaching almost to the base, her nose brushing against his skin.
Her throat bulged around the girth, and a fresh string of saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth.
That tight elven throat was already prepared to receive every drop of her master's delicious human semen.
Faelith pulled back slowly, letting Ethan's enormous human cock slide out of her mouth inch by inch.
As her lips slid off, they left behind an obscene, glistening coat of saliva over the entire shaft. Thick, sticky strands still connected her to it, stretching from her chin, her lips, and even the tip of her nose.
