Astonished by the two girls seemingly sudden eagerness, Charlie slaps a hand across her knee, "Well dang! Lookit yall! Yer makin' me proud of ya!" She gives a little shiver of pleasure. "Shame ah can't have one of ya m'self! Ah'm outright jealous only our Amphros friend is gonna get to mount one of ya!" The petite girl's electric eyes seem to light up, sparkling with an excitement and joy at the whole situation as she moves to Carissa, brushing a hand over the girl's breasts as she does, feeling the hard nipples and supple, oiled flesh. "Looks like Kriasa likes it muddy... I reckon we oughtta join her..." Charlie brushes her own hair back with a hand, leaving the red mess matted with oil. "But at this point... I dun think I kin resist..." she moves next to Kriasa, "feel free t' join us Carissa... or iffin yer feelin' like you wanna pass, thas' fine too. We should be able to handle this froggy ourselves..." the look on Charlie's face was obviously a dare, challenging even; no doubt spurred to such a height of competitiveness by Kriasa's own feisty efforts (genuine or not!).<br/><br/>Kneeling into the mud beside Kriasa, Charlie smiles wickedly. "Yer gonna go far girly..." she reaches one oiled hand back and runs it along Kriasa's presented ass, smearing around softly and exploring the crack with thin, nimble fingers. "And ah' intend t'see that ya do." Without warning, Charlie slips one finger, with alarming ease from the oil, into the other girl's rump; the other muddy hand shooting out to grip at Kriasa's hair, effectively holding her in place almost like you would an animal; demonstrating a grasp of breeding and beast control that seems to be just as applicable to humanoids. "Mmm... nice 'n tight... tell me... 'n be honest... would you prefer 'im to take ya here... or here...?" Charlie's fingers pull out suddenly and start to dance slowly down to Kriasa's trembling womanhood, toying with the wetness of it while teasing the soft lips. Charlie was still squatting in the mud the whole time, her own crotch less than inch from the surface of it, her gaze almost never leaving Kriasa's except to glance at the mud-slicked breasts, occasionally dipping in and out of sight against the muck - the sight of which seemed almost hypnotic to the lithe, taut little redhead. Oddly enough, Charlie seemed to have forgotten about Carissa and the beast prowling around entirely... whether that was an invitation to be taken advantage of or just because her focus was elsewhere... one could only guess.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>