what she felt next to him, but simply could not act otherwise - something older and stronger than upbringing, pushed her towards a stranger.

Her friends, who are already married, have already got married (of course, because their fiancés weren’t muddle!) They told breathtaking stories about what happened immediately after the wedding. Heine understood perfectly what exactly a stranger meant, offering to “tell about herself”, but did not want to resist. A hot languor spread through her body, which she had visited more than once on lonely nights, and with some kind of sixth sense the elf felt that she was doing the right thing, following the call of nature.

Barely the heavy curtain of opal behind the guard, leaving him with the girl in the dim light of Aravel, he turned her face to himself with a careful but energetic jerk and looked straight into his eyes.

“Heine, do you want this?” He asked seriously.

She nodded slowly but surely. In the next instant, the broad, rough palms of the Guardian lay on her shoulders, and the elf caught her breath from the hot kiss. Embroidery flew to the side. Heine fluttered into the arms of the Guardian, and his mouth continued to knead the girl’s plump lips. Yes, the girl was good! The Guardian's palms gradually slid off the turned shoulders and headed lower, but Heine did not even think to move away. The guard skillfully exposed the lover and continued to cover her face, eyes, lips with frequent kisses, and the rather modest costume of the elf could not resist such an energetic onslaught for a long time. As soon as the last detail of the girl's dress went to the floor, the Guard again unfolded his mistress. By inertia, Heyne grabbed onto one of the aravel's supporting poles and bent at the back. A moment later, she felt strong arms at her waist.

“Get ready,” whispered a confident voice in her ear.

Heyne felt something touch the inside of her hips, and a second later there was a sharp jolt. The girl screamed in unexpected pain and squeezed the pole tighter, trying to sort out her confused sensations. No, she was still pleased. With each new movement of the Guardian inside her, the pain gradually disappeared, giving way to sensations that were hitherto unexplored, but no less sweet. Continuing to hold the pole with one hand, with the second hand she automatically reached for the clitoris and began to pull and massage him, and a little later, having got used to what was happening, she began to move towards her lover. Her breathing became more and more superficial, and, although the received education and the fear that they could be detected, did not allow her to show her feelings loudly, deaf moans clearly showed the Guardian that he was on the right track.

As for the lover, he also received considerable pleasure from the process. For a very long time he had not had to deal with a virgin, but the shabby whores from Pearl were no match for the fresh and young Heina. The muscles of her undeveloped womb tightly wrapped around the Guardian’s nature, and with a low rumbling of pleasure, he continued to burst into the inflamed passion of girlish flesh, increasing the frequency and amplitude of movements. After a couple of minutes of intensive work, his male pride, Heine rolled her eyes and wheezed, even more arched in her back, and then lay back, leaning her back on the Guardian's sweaty chest. He was not slow to embrace the girl with his hands and firmly held her in his arms, while Heine received the first orgasm in her life. It was so nice to feel in his arms a trembling young body that the Guardian even stopped moving, trying to merge more closely with the elf.When the girl went limp in his hands and exhaled loudly, the Guardian, as gently as possible (in the field of tenderness, he had a rather poor experience) ran the back of his hand over her cheek and buried his nose in red hair.

“That means ... how ...,” whispered Gane quietly.

“And even better,” said the Guardian. He himself has not yet been discharged, but this did not present a problem - after all, he was in no hurry to go anywhere.

After giving the girl a little to come to himself, the Guardian turned her face to him and again grabbed her hips, and then strained her muscles and raised Heine over the ground. She, realizing what her lover was tending, clasped his legs and sank down onto the tense Guardian body with a quivering sigh.

“What the hell is this with you?” Gray Guard wanted to rebel, but he changed his mind. First of all, there’s no reason to offend a girl for nothing. And secondly - right now he was thoroughly and deeply burying any family that could ever appear in Heyna and Cammen.

The excitement of the Guardian, meanwhile, grew. She-Elf caught the rhythm and, resting her hands on his shoulders, lifted herself, then sat down on the penis. Although the girl weighed a little (which came in handy - it was easier to hold her up), this was quite enough for her to drop to the very foundation of the Guardian’s intense flesh under her own weight, achieving extremely deep penetration. Strong breasts with every second more intensively rubbed on the skin of the Guardian, and he vigorously massaged the elastic ass. This was not a gift - Aravel again voiced deaf moans. It seems that this time they will still end up together. So much the better - the Guardian didn’t really care about the partner’s feelings, but it would have been more pleasant to leave a good impression. Straining his muscles, he began to help Heine more often to rise and slump down on his piston, lifted his chin, glancing at the brown eyes covered with thick eyelashes on his face bent towards him, and bit his pointed tip of a pink ear. Heine made a strange sound, squeezing her lower back with her legs and shaking gently in his arms. Her vagina was reduced, even more tightly squeezing the organ of the Guardian, and this was the last straw - vigorously exhaling, he poured inside.

Heine wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on the Guardian’s shoulder. So, without moving, they stood for half a minute. Then the Guardian's tense biceps gradually began to convulse. He carefully shifted weight to Gayna on his left hand, freed his right and shook it vigorously, relaxing his muscles. Then he repeated the procedure with the left. The girl was still resting peacefully on his hands, deeply impaled on the already limp member and, obviously, was not going to get off. The guard squinted to the left. Adama's red head obviously felt very good on his shoulder and also did not disappear anywhere. Biceps twitched again. The guard chuckled and gently lowered the elf to the floor, shook it with both hands, and then reached for his pants.

- And now what? - quietly whispered Heine, devotedly looking at a stranger, so unexpectedly turned out to be closer to her fellow tribesmen.

“Now you are a woman,” the Guardian eagerly explained, starting to pull chain mail over his head. “You can choose anyone, live a new life for yourself,” came the wilderness from under the steel weave. “Only for the sake of the Creators, and who else do you have there,” the head popped up from the collar, “don't deal with this Kammen!” This I declare to you responsibly.

The guard grunted contentedly, tightened his belt, opened the canopy and went outside, not forgetting to close the entrance curtain behind him. With a smug face, he squinted from the bright sunlight and stretched. Glancing around the area, he suddenly saw Kammen staring at him like a genlock - the elf was paler than a dead man and something silently rattled children's lips. The guard heartlessly laughed and walked cheerfully on the crumpled grass. Now even the prospect of meeting with the Mad Fang did not seem so disgusting to him.

“No, this is wrong! Winnie thought, following him a dozen steps. “I know, I firmly know that this is wrong - so why should I approve of the lecherous actions of this lustful fellow just because some developer made a mistake in the sign ?!”