Interlewd

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"It's all your fault," Warden was quick to blame her. "If you wiggle your ass there, of course, there will be… that… I'm not a saint." 

"It's my fault?" June gritted her teeth. Unknowingly, she squeezed her palms tight as the heat from the shaft warmed her palms. Blushing furiously, she let go of that thing and shifted to give Warden her back again. 

She was about to move away, but Warden clutched her tight, his palms coiling around her stomach. 

"You!" 

"June," Warden husked, "Can I do something to you?"

The elf's soft figure grew stiff in his arms. "I can't believe you," she said through gritted teeth, the hot member still pressing against her butt cheeks. "Set aside that… thing from my rear first." 

"What thing?" Warden smiled. 

"Don't make me regret my decision now."