Delight and ardor tingled through Elphaba at hearing her own name spoken in such a way by this un-Ozian creature writhing and exposing herself so readily in her lap. What happened to that prim and proper Glinda? That bubbly public figure who maintained a pure and virtuous image? She was far, far away from this desperate, needy creature perched and spread atop of her.<br/><br/>A hiss squeezed between lips at Glinda's delicate nails clawing angry lines across her back, tearing and clawing at green flesh.. the slight pain mixed well with the sensual lust capturing her body right now.  Probing fingers pressed deeper in-between pink petals and she was surprised to find no contact with springy golden hairs she had imagined down there, but instead they touched and traced along the slick, swollen lips so smooth and hot with her juices, readily coating pale green fingers with their tingling heat.<br/><br/>Her own body howled and pleaded for attention similar to what her own hands were doing to Glinda but Elphaba discovered how easy it was just to fuck men compared to.. this. They didn't care about touching so long as their cock got wet but here... Here all they had were their bodies, their hands... how to proceed?