OOC: Feel free to do conversation in the main thread!<br/><br/>“Ngh,” Jargal moans, as she’s… she’s opened by Xentia. Jargal’s not unused to having a girl’s arms within her nethers… shortly followed by the rest of the girl, being sucked up her flower into her stomach. But no matter how powerfully her petals pulse and pull, there’s nothing but ghostly touches teasing them, frustrating them… “Three or four,” she moans out. “I haven’t been milked in awhile… none of them were as pretty as you, though…” her hands, reaching around her back, clamp onto Xentia’s rump, squeezing, kneading… her fingertips dangerously close to the succubus’s anus, a puckered little hole that had doubtless accommodated entire girls, in the past… perhaps even entire centauresses...