The wraps came loose with a little effort, finding a stiff, firm nipple atop the warm, hand-filling breasts, her breath shaky at the touch, the brush on the elf's slit and on her clit's pearl making her tremble but smirk. Kissing intensely against Marric's clit there, she seemed less than shy to tease the monk. Pumping her finger gently in and out of the monk's folds, kneading around in that warm depth, stirring with her finger at that fleshy flower lips nipping on the outer lips of the monk's sex for a moment, before trailing her wet tongue over Marric's clit.<br/><br/>The continued stroke along her warm breast and on her clit's pearl had the elf's hips shakily press up against Marric's hand a bit greedily, a light slickness present on the fingers swiftly, as she parted her lips in a whisper. "Quite a different feel compared to when you are in the shape of a man isn't it?" She teased, and ran her tongue's tip along the inner lips of Marric's pussy, pinching on one of Marric's nipples harshly for a second, her own chest pushing tight to Marric's fingers.<br/><br/>Her slick folds were tight and warm against Marric's hand, very inviting and slick.