Cherry gasps as James slides into her tight entrance, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling.  It's an entirely different good feeling than the feeling from playing with Toiz last night.  She clutches at War for a moment, then begins absently stroking her fingers over War's own entrance, hesitantly sliding two fingers inside of her, then out again to rub a circle over that magical little nub that felt so good for Toiz and Cherry before.