Shivering at the feel of the fingers teasing her inside so, Valen drew a deep breath and shivering a little at the thought of that happening between her and some others before making her blush a bit. Shuddering at the sensations of the fingers trailing the curves and ridges, rubbing into he rfolds and feeling the fullness of those two fingers, her mound seeming to take a bit after his own idea of a dryad (or perhaps he was simply close with his imagination) about the sizes on some things. Shuddering at the tease, she ran her own hand over to brush against Sharille's thigh and up on her mound.<br/><br/>Gently covering her womanhood, Valen began to stroke those fingertips up and down over Sharille's slit. Parting them a little, trailing a third finger over the valley of that slit. Kneading fingertips along that trail slowly, caressing on the folds surface, while another hand rose up to stroke over Sharille's bosom. Wanting to caress the smaller woman as she was being caressed.