Like needlepricks, Elphaba's ginger touches and kisses teased Glinda's body, pushed against the nerve endings like she was an instrument to be played. Heavy breathing lifted and relaxed those ripe grapes in her bra, but her eyes were all on Elphaba, even as she slowly descended her arms. She was enraptured by Elphaba's face, the admiration with which she explored Glinda's body... the soft green tone of her lips and the delicate long neck descending into an equally beautiful body, delicious and fascinating.<br/><br/>Glinda's hips writhed involuntary, while her hands reconnected, gingerly, with Elphaba's upper body to touch and explore. She moved and shifted, so uncomfortably comfortable in her wet, aroused state and in such desire for friction and touches.