Oriana, Silas, and Marisa<br/><hr/><br/>The sorceress put up no protest, raising her arms when Marisa firmly tugged her tunic over her head, though a bright flush rose to her cheeks when she glanced up to see a couple of the newcomers still at the table. Her ample breasts bounced free in full view of the priest and the self-proclaimed mayor, her small pink nipples already achingly stiff. She could almost feel their eyes on her exposed flesh, but the very real sensation of Marisa's lips around her nipple soon brought her full attention back to more...pressing matters.<br/><br/>She moaned, her hands quickly resuming their work. She squeezed the petite little witch's pert cheek, bouncing her leg slightly as Marisa began to grind against her bare thigh. One slender, dexterous finger slipped beneath the half-elf's panties and began to stroke her dripping pussy and Oriana grinned as she watched the dark fabric fall away to reveal Marisa's slender torso. She released her hungry grasp on the petite girl's rear, raising her hand to palm one of the cute little breasts, slowly rolling it in synch with the finger that teased her pussy.<br/><br/>"<strong>Not a...shy one, are you?</strong>" she gasped, giggling giddily.