Eryndra was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a tiny white lace thong.
The delicate white thong barely covered her swollen pussy, the thin strip disappearing completely between her thick, heavy asscheeks. The white lace was already visibly soaked in the center, clinging wetly to her hot, glistening flesh.
She stirred the meat slowly with a wooden spoon, her body slightly bent forward over the counter. Her monumental ass trembled with every movement — two round, heavy, soft cheeks swaying hypnotically, almost completely exposed. Her fluffy white tail swayed lazily behind her, brushing against the top of the soaked thong.
Every time Eryndra leaned a little more to turn the meat, the white thong sank deeper between her cheeks, revealing her tight pink asshole just above her swollen, dripping pussy. A single crystalline drop of arousal slowly slid down the inside of her thick thigh, soaking the already drenched lace even more.
Isolde leaned against the doorframe, her dark violet eyes devouring every detail of the view. Her cock throbbed hard inside her pants, straining against the fabric.
— You don't feel shy… cooking like this? — Isolde asked, her voice deep and husky, thick with desire. — Wearing only that tiny white thong, shaking this huge ass for me while you prepare the meat…
Eryndra let out a low, wild little laugh, still facing away. She arched her back and pushed her ass out even more, making her heavy cheeks jiggle inside the soaked thong, and kept stirring the meat slowly.
— Shy? — she answered, her voice husky, teasing, and full of pride. — Why would a wolf woman like me feel shy, elf? I'm wild… I love feeling the heat of the fire on my skin. I love feeling your eyes burning on my ass while I cook for you. The more you look, the wetter I get.
She rolled her hips slowly, shamelessly twerking her colossal ass. The white thong sank even deeper between her cheeks, the thin lace now completely stuck to her swollen, glistening pussy.
— Look closely… — Eryndra continued, turning the meat with slow, sensual movements. — There's nothing shy about this. I want you to see everything.
Her fluffy tail swayed faster, and another shiny drop slid down her thick thigh.
Isolde swallowed hard, her cock pulsing violently.
Eryndra kept stirring the meat slowly, body bent over the counter, her monumental ass pushed out and trembling with every motion. The white lace thong was completely drenched, the fabric clinging to her swollen pussy lips and buried deep between her heavy cheeks.
Isolde couldn't just watch anymore.
She stepped forward, pressing her tall, curvy body against Eryndra's back. The heat between them thickened the air. Isolde undid the cord of her own pants with one hand, letting her thick, heavy cock spring free. The swollen head was already glistening with precum, thick veins pulsing.
Without a word, she gripped the base of her cock and pressed the hot head right into the valley between Eryndra's asscheeks, right over the soaked white thong.
— Nnhh… — Isolde let out a low, rough groan and began to grind slowly.
Her thick cock slid up and down between the heavy cheeks, the swollen head rubbing against the drenched thong. The thin, wet lace created a delicious, slippery friction. With every stroke, the head of her cock pressed the delicate string deeper between the soft cheeks, rubbing directly against Eryndra's tight asshole beneath the fabric.
Eryndra moaned deeply, pushing her ass back against Isolde's cock.
— Ahh… yes… — she murmured, her voice husky and wild, still stirring the meat with a trembling hand. — Feel how hot and wet my thong is? It's completely soaked because of you…
Isolde gripped the wolf girl's wide hips with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh, and started grinding with more rhythm. Her thick cock slid up and down the warm valley, the swollen head bumping lightly against Eryndra's asshole beneath the thong with every upward stroke. The white lace grew even wetter, now mixed with Isolde's precum.
— Fuck… what a perfect ass — Isolde growled into her fluffy ear, voice thick with lust. — So big… so soft… and this tiny white thong all messy just for me. Look how easily my cock is sliding between your cheeks…
She picked up the pace a little, her heavy cock slapping more firmly against the ass. Eryndra's thick cheeks trembled and squeezed around the shaft, creating a hot, tight friction. The thin thong barely protected her asshole anymore — Isolde's cockhead pressed directly against the tight pink ring beneath the lace, making everything slippery and shiny.
Eryndra moaned louder, her fluffy tail whipping the air, thick thighs pressing together.
— Keep going… — she begged, her voice needy and wild at the same time. — Rub that thick cock right in the middle of my ass… get my thong even messier… I want to feel you throbbing against my asshole while I cook for you.
Isolde gripped her hips tighter and ground harder, long and heavy strokes between the cheeks. The wet, obscene sound of friction filled the kitchen, mixing with the sizzle of the meat.
Eryndra's white thong was ruined — completely soaked with arousal and precum, the lace now almost see-through, revealing everything underneath.
Isolde bit gently on the wolf girl's fluffy ear and whispered hoarsely:
— If you keep shaking your ass like this… I'm going to rip this white thong off with my teeth and fuck you right here while you try not to burn the meat.
Then, with a low, teasing tone, Eryndra asked:
— Are you enjoying your stay at the Syhéonne mansion, Isolde?
She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her heavy ass back against Isolde's throbbing cock, making her thick cheeks squeeze and massage the hard length over the soaked white thong. Her fluffy tail swayed lazily, brushing against Isolde's stomach.
— Hmm… — Eryndra continued, still stirring the meat with a shaky hand while pushing her ass out even more. — Because I'm loving having you here… especially feeling this tall, dangerous elf grinding her thick cock against my ass while I cook for her in nothing but a tiny white thong.
Isolde groaned deeply, pressing her body tighter against Eryndra's back.
— I never imagined I'd be doing this with a half-wolf woman… — Isolde murmured, her voice low, rough, and full of raw desire. — But I'm fucking loving it…