"Ah... Elpha....bah...." Glinda's neck tinted itself red with embarrassment and lust, so needy was she down there, but also slightly shamed by that loss of control Elphaba magicked into her. Now with her panties off, she felt so pleasantly exposed, especially since Elphaba was still wearing her heavy skirt that now, for sure, would get stained with sauce à la Glinda. The contrast alone made for an interesting game - Glinda, such vulnerable, gold- and pink-stained wax in Elphaba's hands, and Elphaba in control, protected by the thick folds of her skirt.<br/><br/>Under Elphaba's skillful, devilish fingers, Glinda ascended into the heaven of pleasure, distracted from dissolving into glitter only by her continuous latching on to Elphaba's tasty skin. Her lips were now descending upon those boobs and, since Elphaba's skirt seemed out of bounds (maybe she liked stains on her skirt or wanted to take it off herself?), her hands were clinging, scratching and digging into Elphaba's back.<br/>