Troll Trouble 25

Krystal leaned her shoulders back, her arms still dangling at her sides, but she rocked her hips forward. She wanted. . .she NEEDED to feel his hard shaft against her soft, warm skin. The huntsman began to rock his pelvis back and forth, grinding his manhood against her tender, quivering body. Krystal began to whimper and moan again. This time, not in reluctance but in craving yearning. When would he finally enter her? Her body tightened, tensed. He was making her wait for it! The nerve of this human! She arched her back in an effort to try and force him to thrust into her, but still he continued to simply rock against her slick, wanton flesh without giving her what she desired - himself. It was like a new torture, Krystal had never had to wait long for anything she wanted in her entire elven life!

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