Leah squished her face in different directions every time she heard Natty scream out in pleasure with Tyson.<em>'Honestly?'</em>she thought to herself, a little more than disappointed that the one that looked to be the innocent, confidant type of person was already busy at it. Actually, it was kind of inspiring... only in that the girl couldn't get the picture of Natty gripping at the back of someone ramming his cock deep inside her cunny out of her head. Leah's breathing was getting a little laboured; her mind far too gone to focus on packing. Tossing her empty bags off of the bed and onto the floor to replace herself on top of it.<br/><br/>She listened in on the other two again, particularly Natty as she was the far more vocal one. The way she moaned and cooed to Tyson really got the lonely girl going. She started kneading at her breasts through her scarf, shirt, and bikini top, still ever listening to the action across the hall. At every fuck the girl shouted out, Leah would pinch at her nipples roughly through all the material, but before too long, she just had to feel the soft skin on of her hand against her sensitive buds. Sitting up, she took off her scarf and shirt in one go, lying back down and pushing the cups of her bikini to the outsides of either breast. The first touch of her fingertips against her pink nipples felt like tiny shocks.<br/><br/>Leah's teasing of her own body would continue as long as the other two kept it up-- or until someone catches her with the door open.