Elphaba did not need any further begging from the hot, needy woman writhing in her lap, her voice which begged with a breathy need tugged at her belly, at the desire consuming her and she simply needed nothing more. Nothing more than this confirmation of Glinda's own, heated lust and need mirrored her own right now.<br/><br/>Elphaba's lips snatched the nipple she had been toying with a moment more between her lips, sucking the delicate bud into her mouth, tongue lashing out against the trapped tip flicking and playing. Her hand found the other, neglected nipple and she caught it between her fingers, squeezing the shape, rubbing and twisting...<br/><br/>Her position, hands latched onto Glinda's breasts as they were offered Glinda no opportunity rid Elphaba of her top, which clung to her forearms, distracting and constricting some of her movements.