Her body shivered as she felt the warm, moist sensation welcoming her stiffening member. The two layers opened up for her gentle progression, allowing her stiff cock smear along the creamy insides. The sound of squelches could be heard at the table.
She moaned out loudly, her body picking up the pace to intrude on this warm, smooth feeling of enveloping folds. Her thighs bumping against the table as the thrusts increase, making the wooden legs noisily dance along the stone tiles; bumping against the nearby chairs.
Her paws grasp at the table's edges for a firmer hold, the pedicured nails digging in to the wooden surface, setting her marks of pleasure along the table. Leaning over a little more.
A refined Blood Elf nobleman, within his finest attire and jewellery, couldn't help but stare at the Pandaren woman a few tables down. The sounds of pleasured moans couldn't be avoided. This restaurant was known for the best service, but he couldn't help but to think he was missing out on something, feeling a little jealous.
His chair was noisily pushed away as he got to his feet, looking across the other tables, all with customers curiously looking towards the happily sounding Pandaren of pleasure; her moans spreading out, only to be paused by the metallic sounds of the silverware dropping to the tiled floor.
The crowd whispered to themselves in the lowest tone they could, this was spurring more curiousness and jealousy, the attention was not on him. He was at the moment, the man of highest status, and everyone's attention was on an immigrated Pandaren woman.
Her tail wagged above her behind as she was leaning more over the table, moaning and groaning. The table legs would scrape along the stone tiles, hitting the discarded silverware to make even more sound.
He stepped away from his table and walked out in to the path dividing the tables, allowing himself for a better view. His eyes narrowed as he stared down this disrespectful, and disgusting Pandaren. They were met with hers, her big brown eyes in pure bliss as her hips thrusts against the table. He gasped out loud.
The lusty Pandaren looked up at the elven nobleman, her eyes in bliss as she finally reached her deepest wish, for everyone to notice her actions. To notice her 12 inch cock sliding in and out of these warm folds. Her body thrusting against the table as her cock would slide between the layers of her servings before her.
Her fur was matted with chocolate cream and crumbs, a little cherry was able to hang on to her furry breast as her body was vigorously molesting one of the restaurants finest cakes. The velvet chocolate and cherry cake was abused by her thick cock, it's mocha cream smeared along her shaft has she was parting the sponge layers of the cake, breaking it apart at the sight of the elven noble.
Her tongue hanging out of her mouth as the mocha cream starts to be visibly pushed away by one of many ropes of thick cum, the layers sounding more sloppy as the creamy white semen spreads by every thrust. The cake sponge parts as her thrusts becomes more violent, revealing a few shots of cum shooting along the beige table cloth, and staining the royal blue carpet walk way rolled out between the tables.
He looks at her in disbelief as she slumps over the rest of the cake, audibly hearing the pile of abused cake squelch below her body. Her gaze still locked on him, making him feel a little uncomfortable in his place.
Attempting to call a guard, his eyes darts around the restaurant in no luck. Even the other patrons had become more relaxed after her display, some sitting closer to each other than they did before. The nobleman felt disgusted.
The body of the panting Pandaren still heaving on the table, her dreamy eyes locked on him. One chubby finger slowly smearing around in a small puddle of cum and mocha cream, her other hand waving seductively at the nobleman. Of course, this was returned with a rejecting huff and his eyes turned away.
She smiled a little, her hips softly humping against the table, allowing her cock to smear in the leftover of the delicious, yet violated cake. Her tail lifted high like she was in heat, waving hypnotically from side to side.
"Well, hello there, long ear", she spoke with a soft, yet lust filled voice. "How 'bout you joining me?".
She let out what could be in considered in other circumstance, a cute and adorable giggle, but this one was laced with mischief and lust. She pushed herself up on her elbows, revealing her heavy filled breasts, coated in her own cum and chocolate frosting. They were jiggling from side to side as she was seductively waving the nobleman closer.
At first, his glance was only offered for a few seconds, his noble upper-class nature disgusted by the display. But for every second he looks towards her, it felt like a wave of warm mist would swirl up around him, and inside him. His mind clouding by the warmth of the mist, the warmth of the restaurant already bustling with life.
He snarled as he saw what kind of life it was bustling with, the other patrons had taken the show a little too close at heart, or maybe lower regions. At his own table, his own guests, a magistrate was softly moaning; his two priest clerks was slowly moving their heads up and down between his legs.
To his left, the table right next to him where a high ranking Silvermoon Guard was sitting, even there the laws was in chaos. Straddled across his lap was one of the young couriers, still holding the missive in his left hand while his right hand of grasping at the shoulder of his commanding officer, bouncing up and down on his lap.
The nobleman shook his head in disbelief as his footsteps was leading him towards the Pandaren woman.
She smiled mischievously as she slowly pushed herself up on all fours, her breasts waving and bouncing at her movement; nipples smearing around in the remnants of the cake. She would slowly push herself back off the table, her cock sliding through the mess like a snake.
The elven noble looked at her in deep disgust as all her matted fur was revealed, she was coated in what once was an expensive cake. Yet his feet kept leading him closer to her table for two.
His hands shakily unbuttoning his robe as he gets closer, revealing his tighter leggings as they were displaying a smaller tent pitching.
She licked her lips at seeing the tanned elven getting closer, undressing by every step. Her paw would slowly slide up and down her shaft, feeling the warm flesh turning firm again as the mix of cake and cum of smeared over the yet again stiffening cock.
She blew him a seductive kiss as her right hand would start stroking up and down the warm flesh. Even though her fur was messy, you could still see her brown patches along with the lighter fur. And of course, the waving tail that now and then would curve around her waist and back.
The warm paw ran along her length actively as the elven man stepped closer, her knees bending a little to make small bounces, making her earrings make a small jingle. Her left paw lifting up her left breast to clean the nipple of the chocolate and cum.
The feeling of the warm mist was getting more and more heavy, almost able to feel it slither around his limbs as he leans against the table to stare directly at the Pandaren, but that is all he could do; he felt frozen. Every time he would open his mouth, his lips would just let out a sound of wanting.
"Miss.. Please take yo-me" he blinked in shock, gasping as he looked at her, "Those are not my words, I am-wanting you".
His gaze turned down to look at an unused, yet dirty silver plate. His eyes looked hazy and wide. In the reflection he is just able to see the Pandaren's right paw touching his right shoulder. His body shivered in shock, but that was it, there was no reflex of defence, or running away.
His eyes was locked at the silver plate as he was pushed a little further other the table, adjusted with a gentle paw. They were lustful, and his mind was sending those signals now.
His tight underpants was sliding down at the touch of the soft caressing paw, allowing his stiffening cock to rub against the table cloth. His gaze turned to one of the neighbouring tables near the Pandaren's table, he could just look under a table to see a young woman and a young man licking the hard cock of their father - he knew that guy.
She let out a soft giggle as her paws would slowly caress his tanned behind; stroking along the cheeks, and a finger sliding between the two. Her finger parting his cheeks was also a movement of the lust filled mist to slide along his tender flesh, loosening up and preparing this nobleman's body.
