”“Thanks.” The younger elf looked down. “I...I think I need...to be satisfied.”“With a cock that hard, I think you do,” Deliasonele grin...ned. “Start stroking.”“Could I...get some relief from one of you?” She stroked her cock. “It's just begging to be touched by someone else.”I knew that feeling. Once a month, for about three days, an elf would go into heat. Our hermaphroditic nature would assert itself and a cock would sprout. It was easier now that I was older, but I remember my first few. They got busy leaving me and her boyfriend’s friend alone. I was feeling a bit awkward but he broke the ice. He asked if I watch stand up comedy and I said no. He showed me those on Youtube. I enjoyed and began watching those for lighting my mood.After a few meets with him, when my friend was making out, we got to know each other well and exchanged numbers. We ultimately became friends and later best friends. With him I was in a different world. We used to share everything. He knew my bra size. !Phir us ne mujhy kaha tumhari birthday hy kuch toh special hona chaey mene kaha thik hy hum coffee shop pe mily wahan hum first time aik doosry ko mily aur us ne mujhy gift diya phir mene usko uske ghr k pass droop kia first time mene usko kuch nahi kia magar phir us week e mene usko again milny ko kaha aur wo bhi hotel room main wo kehti rooms thik nahi hoty cameras hoty hain mene kaha nahi khud log lagaty hain us ne bohat insist krny pe agree kar lia me usko usky office se pick kia aur hotel. He turned to the page in his sketchbook, looking over the sketch then lifting his eyes to Samara. Without another word, Samara slowly shifted her pose, falling back into the moment as she returned to the stance she'd been in before. "You do that so well," Mark murmured contentedly."Theatre classes," Samara replied lightly. "I'm almost as good at capturing a scene as a painting." No argument here," Mark chuckled, dipping his brush into the paint and beginning to sc**** it onto the canvas.He.