SinisterSpiders
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Tyrande Whisperwind
Tyrande had always believed both Malfurion and Illidan to be exceptionally handsome. So when Illidan stood before her, in all his natural glory, she wasn't surprised to see that the sight of his body matched the attractiveness of his face. His manhood, in particular, drew her attention. She had seen the male organ before, some of them had even been erect, but never before had she been able to gaze upon one with the knowledge that it was hers to play with.
Tentatively, shyly, Tyrande reached out and ran the tips of her fingers up and down his solid length. His manhood was velvety to the touch, yet there wsa a strength to it that came as a great surprise. She continued to gently explore it, pressing her fingers lightly upon the ridges of his throbbing veins, tracing the shape of the base of his tip through his foreskin. The only thing more sensational than the member itself was the way that Illidan was responding to her touch. He had always been so strong and stubborn, even with her, his closest friend. To see him here, at the mercy of her touch, beholden to her whim, was incredibly intoxicating. Taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage, she wrapped her hand around his impressive girth and began to stroke him gently, watching his face for his reaction to see if she was doing it right.
Tyrande had always believed both Malfurion and Illidan to be exceptionally handsome. So when Illidan stood before her, in all his natural glory, she wasn't surprised to see that the sight of his body matched the attractiveness of his face. His manhood, in particular, drew her attention. She had seen the male organ before, some of them had even been erect, but never before had she been able to gaze upon one with the knowledge that it was hers to play with.
Tentatively, shyly, Tyrande reached out and ran the tips of her fingers up and down his solid length. His manhood was velvety to the touch, yet there wsa a strength to it that came as a great surprise. She continued to gently explore it, pressing her fingers lightly upon the ridges of his throbbing veins, tracing the shape of the base of his tip through his foreskin. The only thing more sensational than the member itself was the way that Illidan was responding to her touch. He had always been so strong and stubborn, even with her, his closest friend. To see him here, at the mercy of her touch, beholden to her whim, was incredibly intoxicating. Taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage, she wrapped her hand around his impressive girth and began to stroke him gently, watching his face for his reaction to see if she was doing it right.