The sylph laughs gleefully as Lydia's tongue begins to pleasure her, and her thighs squeeze a little bit around Lydia.  Her flesh is wet, literally dripping with water that seems to simply flow from inside of her.  Lydia notices that the water mixes with the mud and it begins to run down their flesh to the soft grass below wherever their bodies touch.  Apparently the sylph was quite literal about cleaning her off together.  But if her flesh was wet, then her sex was a veritable flood.  Though the moisture between her nether lips was not simple water.  No as Lydia's tongue dances across and between the folds, her mouth is flooded with a musky and ever so sweet taste of feminine juices, the sylph's arousal apparent.  Wet hands reach down to stroke Lydia's hair, again drenching them and causing mud to moisten and slide down as the Sylph's touch cleanses her, and apparently arouses the Sylph as well.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh I wish the banks of my pool had lovely mud like this,"</strong>she says wistfully as she moves her hips gently, in rhythm with Lydia's tongue.  Then looking down her body at the contestant she smiles and says,<strong>"Be a little more bold my darling contestant, I desire more!"</strong>