<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>The native girl tightened up, squeezing his hips with her knees as she felt his palm upon her nethers. The young Xeola<em>was</em>tight, and even his slender elven finger found a little difficulty penetrating her as the native's walls nearly constricted his finger. She yelped, mouth agape as she removed her hands from his chest and back to her own, her body shrinking inwards. She bit her lip and muttered something in her serpentine tongue to herself, almost reassuringly.<br/><br/>When his lips fell upon her breasts, she removed any obstruction, placing her hands upon his shoulders as she tilted her head back. The girl's chest heaved on the verge of hyperventilation, almost presenting a moving target for the elf's ministrations. After a little while, she did indeed begin to moisten, slicking Leander's finger with her excitement. Her teeth chattered as she looked down at him, inhaling deeply to calm herself.