<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Xeola sighed pleasurably, almost confusedly. As she wettened under his touch, she closed her eyes shut and let out a soft moan. When he grabbed hold of her firm ass, she jolted in response. It all seemed so new to her, he couldn't tell what the girl was thinking exactly... except that she was willing and receptive to all his pleasuring. She began to mumble again, and after awhile Xeola shook her head and extricated herself from his touches. She looked down and shifted herself, once again aligning the elf's member with her own waiting sex. But Xeola seemed even more unsure than she was before. It was obvious that she found Leander to be much more experienced than her, and now she struggled to make sure she was doing everything perfectly.<br/><br/>The native looked up at him and averted her gaze, then she shook her head again and abruptly climbed off of him. She swallowed a lump in her throat and stood up, kneeling as she backed away and went back onto her knees. The painted woman put her balled hands up to her mouth and murmured softly, then lifted her gaze to meet the elf's. She spoke again, this time the words sounding as if she was pleading for something. Then she reached out and grabbed the cloth that the fighter had been using for modesty.<br/><br/>Xeola turned around and quickly lay down flat on her belly, placing the cloth between her breasts and the ground. She bashfully avoided his eye contact, whispering as she straightened her arms out and put her fingers on each cheek, spreading herself for the elf. From his vantage point, the girl's back and butt was completely tan and orange, with the snake-skin pattern drawn into it, while her loins and the backs of her legs were completely white down to her earth-soiled feet.