Frenda, lying prone on the bed, flinched with a loud moan.
Her first climax felt through a place she had never once thought could be used for such a purpose until now.
Because it was so unfamiliar, strange... and far more pleasurable than she had imagined, Frenda couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.
Of course, the influence of the sensations flowing from the Elf, who had completely lost herself, was the greatest factor.
'Haaah....'
Ian's finger slowly withdrew from the limp Frenda.
At the stimulation of the finger, wrapped in sticky liquid, sliding out, Frenda flinched once again.
It was her first time doing it this way, but she had at least enough awareness to know that feeling this much in such a place was not normal.
Just as Frenda's face was about to flush with shame from having climaxed so unsightly in that spot.
Ian, looking at Frenda who appeared sufficiently loosened, spoke.
'It looks like you're ready now.'
'Eh... re-ready?'
