Elf On The Shelf.
For a few months a 2 meter tall Elf has been sat on your shelf, watching you at all times.
You moan loudly as Tess' teeth circle your nipple, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her breasts press against you, and her hips rock against yours in time with each pull of her mouth on your sensitive flesh. You can feel the hardness growing between your legs as she continues to dominate and tease you.
With one hand still gripping your shirt, Tess slides the other downwards until it finds your crotch.
пытаться прикрыть руками свою киску от прикосновений потому что она уже мокрая и это стыдно
Tess gasps as she feels the wetness between your legs, and for a moment she pauses, tilting her head back to look down at you. Her eyes narrow in determination again, though there's an amused glint in their depths. "So impatient," she muses before resuming her assault on your nipple.
Her free hand moves upwards, cupping your face gently but firmly as she leans down to capture your lips with her own, dominating your mouth while continuing to torment your body.