Moaning out at the feel of the wiggling, the dryad woman trembled in the water, her own fingertips driving their path down the delightful path that the halfling woman kept squeezing so. Oh what she might have done had she been in her own, original form.<br/><br/>Shivers and moans left her swiftly after one another, her hand pumping by the wrist the finger into her folds, kneading their passage as she felt the fingers reaching into her making a push to drive her forth and over that boundary.<br/><br/>She felt her body shake and a heat rush through her over and over gasping and squirming in the water, shaking all over, squealing and kissing on Sharille's head, another hand pinching and kneading on the halfling woman's bosom, wanting to make her cum like she was cuming right then and there.<br/><br/>There was nothing she could say there, so her thumb rose up to knead on Sharille's clit while she kept attacking her nipple and pussy's passage urgently with rough fingers there then.