Little White's fingers twitched slightly against Alina's core, the heat and dampness she felt there making her own body ache with longing. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to mimic the movements she saw Sharky making with Little Blue.
Alina noticed Little White's internal struggle and smiled encouragingly. "Just relax," she whispered, her own hand sliding up Little White's thigh beneath her skirt. "Let me help you."
Little White let out a shaky breath as Alina's fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot through the fabric of her panties. She pressed her thighs together instinctively, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.
Meanwhile, Sharky's thrusts grew more intense, his dragon plunging deeper into Little Blue's welcoming heat. Her moans grew louder, interspersed with cries of Sharky's name as she clung to him desperately.
