ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES



As Sabrina stepped out of the hospital, the late afternoon sun painted a warm glow on her features. She bid farewell to her colleagues, her smile radiant and sincere. The charming expression on her face seemed to brighten the entire vicinity.

However, as soon as she rounded the corner, her countenance underwent a swift transformation. The pleasant smile vanished, replaced by a subtle, yet palpable twitch of discomfort. Her once-relaxed stride quickened, as though she were eager to put some distance between herself and the familiar faces she had just left behind.

It was a striking shift, like a curtain drawn between the Sabrina who moved through the corridors of the hospital and the one who now hastened away, a private turmoil etched on her features. This brief, unguarded moment revealed the complexities hidden beneath her professional exterior, a glimpse into the intricate tapestry of her emotions.

Sabrina boarded the bus at the station, her discomfort palpable despite the routine nature of the action. As the bus began its journey, she untied her ponytail, her fingers moving with a hint of restlessness, letting her dark hair cascade freely down her back.

Throughout the ride, there was a consistent tapping of her feet on the bus floor, a restless rhythm that mirrored the unease etched on her face. It was as if each tap was an attempt to shake off a persistent discomfort.

When the bus finally reached her usual stop, she made her way to the door with a sense of urgency. With practiced precision, she pulled out a green card and swiped it across the scanning device, the mechanical chirp signaling her payment.

Stepping off the bus, she resumed her journey on foot. The streets were a familiar tapestry of quiet neighborhood life, where neighbors exchanged friendly greetings. The majority of faces belonged to elves, lending the area a distinct sense of community.

As Sabrina moved through this environment, her responses to greetings were brisk and somewhat dismissive. There was a noticeable hastening in her steps, a skip in her usually measured stride. It was as though an unseen weight pressed upon her, a private struggle that only she could comprehend.

Internally, a question echoed in her mind, "What is wrong with me?" The answer remained elusive, shrouded in the mystery of her own thoughts and emotions.

Sabrina entered her home with an air of urgency, casting her bag onto a nearby chair. The house, though of a moderate size, exuded a lush vitality, owed mostly to the profusion of plants that seemed to occupy every available space.

Clusters of verdant life adorned the front porch, their leaves reaching for the sky. Even the hallway leading to the living room was a verdant tunnel, with climbing plants adorning the walls, weaving a tapestry of vibrant greens.

The source of life for these plants was a sophisticated artificial light, engineered to replicate the life-giving energy of the sun. It was a marvel of modern technology, offering a lifeline to the thriving greenery.

Before she could make her way further, Sabrina swiftly shed her healer uniform, each piece falling with practiced ease. Her shoes joined the uniform, left behind with a purposeful motion. She then hastened toward the bathroom, her footsteps swift and determined.

Yet, despite her urgency, it was apparent that bathing wasn't the immediate intent. There was a palpable sense that something else occupied her thoughts, an unseen weight that lingered in the periphery of her movements.

Sabrina unhooked her bra as she rushed into the bathroom, freeing her H sized cups and letting them bounce on her way to the rest room.

The moment she got in, she reached for the water system and turned it on. Then she swiftly pulled down her panties and bent towards the tap, allowing the water to rush and brush against her neatly shaved vagina.

"Ouuuuuu!!" Sabrina moaned, placing one hand on the wall and the other hand which remained busy working on her own pussy. She slid in one finger at first and began to finger herself while she moaned enjoying the pleasure it gave her.

"Mmmm!!!" She continued to moan, biting down on her lips as the tap water brushed with speed against her clit, creating a heavenly sensation that sent her straight to cloud 9 and above. She then slid in another finger as two was the most that could fit in her pussy. Then she continually fingered herself while taking her breast in her hand and fondling with it.

She then pushed back her large ass towards the tap once again and allowed the water to brush off on her pussy and yet another sensational moan escaped her lips.

"Mmmfffp! Unnf"...

". Mmm-ahh. A-aahh... Ahn... Mngh-ph!!!"

"Uhmn...Ah... Nnnf... A-a-ahhmmn. Ah. Ah. Nnhg Uh-uhh. Haahhh. Mmmm-mmh" Sabrina continued to moan while she grabbed her breasts and sucked on it. Squeezing and sucking, she kept on moaning the entire time until finally, she screamed out the last time.

"Annnnnnghhh!!" Sabrina gasped as she held onto the bathroom wall with both hands while her feet curled from the sensation. The sensation started in the center of her body and then was like a wave outwards to her fingertips and toes. For the twenty seconds she remained motionless and hands pressed against the wall twitching like a current ran through her, it was pure bliss. It felt so good that she completely forget to breathe, and yet didn't feel out of breath. It was like nothing else mattered in those moments, not even the simple act of breathing!!

But still a worried look remained on her face as finally, she fell on the wet ground, covered in her own juices, hands covering her face as she wept profusely, muffling the sounds..."What's wrong with me? Why isn't this fire in me quenched?!! Why can't I get that patient's image out of my head?!! All I can think of now is just... is just...sex!!" Sabrina continued to sob in the bathroom.

But as she did, she slowly ran her hands against her belly and down to her crouch area where she started fingering herself yet again.

"I want Master Kanakan... so so so bad!!!" She kept on humming as she pleasured herself on the floor.