While all around her seemed to devolve into some sort of phermone induced orgy, it was all that Stella could do to stop joining in. Whatever was in the air was driving the dusky skinned with a slow burn. She had slinked off to a darker corner, crouched down with her back nestled to the plants. While she watch the barbarian's brutal handling of the fae creature, Stella loosed the laces of her pants once more. slipped on finger under her cloth underwear and dipped into her amazingly wet honey-pot.<br/><br/>The way she bit her lip, and largely kept totally still, while, at the same time, keep her eyes fixed and (mostly) focused on the what was going on before her - the wet squelching and thrusting - made it seemed like she'd done this before, possibly in the line of duty.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Apologies for the short break. But this is largely what I would have done anyway, so... no worries.<br/><br/>Hide: 16 + 22 = 38