It does indeed seem to do the trick. With all of Sam's enthusiasm being applied so vigorously to her nether regions, Atelia begins to purr, then to moan loudly, no longer slapping Samantha's breasts and instead rolling her thumb over one nipple. Her other hand still gripping Fireblossom's ass cheek, she burrows in further with her mouth and nose to suckle at the dryad, trying to give as good as she's getting.<br/><br/>For her part, the draconic minion pants, clouds of sweet scented smoke drifting from her mouth as her tongue lolls to the side and her eyes drift upwards. Shuddering and quivering, all of her entrances available to Krunshes eyes, she lets out a long, low moan of her own.<br/><br/>"Her ass cheeks, Krunsh, how red are they? Is she giving it her all?"