Faeryma blushed a little at being called a "perfect partner"; it was much better than "freak" or "mutant" or any of a dozen other names that she was worried she might be called if the existence of her member was ever made publicly known in her village. Said member was throbbing and drooling precum, ready to spurt a fresh load of gooey cum with just the slightest hint of a faster or firmer stroke. All soreness was forgotten from her body thanks to the ointment, which made her skin glisten in the light of the fiery braziers and subtly emphasized her curves and muscles. Her pussy lips were slightly spread revealing a teasing glimpse of pink flesh in between, moist and ready to be properly parted and filled up with something long and thick.<br/><br/>She tried her best to please the pussy presented to her despite her inexperience. Like the tongue that had claimed her mouth earlier, now she returned the favor probing and exploring with her own tongue, tasting cinnamon on the naturally ink-back lips. She searched for a nub with her tongue and suckled gently on it, knowing how good her own clitoris felt when touched. With passing moments came confidence and she dared to push her tongue between the folds and inside the amazon's pussy properly, soft whimpers in her throat as she was brought again and again to her own brink only to have it denied her. Her own hands started to slip down between her legs, Faeryma unable to stop herself from going to try to provide that last bit of stimulation herself to get herself off.