Not quite

Morgala lies on the straw, nervously holding her breath in and trying not to squirm as Thurkla rests her head on the chubby elf's bare shoulder.

The divorced, middle-aged woman's lily-white body is enveloped in the warm, caring embrace of her equally naked green-skinned protector. Thurkla's arms snake around her body, one around her petite breasts while the other slides under Morgala's soft, big (she thinks) belly, getting dangerously close to her wild, untamed and untended red bush.

I never would have imagined...

Morgala loses her train of thought and gasps when she feels something soft rubbing up against her fat ass.

Is... is that...? It is!

The elf's face gets as red as her hair when she realizes Thurkla's own slutty landing strip is touching her ass.

She... she's practically grinding against me! W-with her... p-pussy!

"Are you comfy?" Thurkla asks as Morgala nervously shakes.

The elf has never slept with another girl before.

"I..." Morgala barely gets out when Thurkla pulls her in closer.

"Here," the orc says as she shifts her own weight (and unintentionally rubs her hard nipples into Morgala's back). "Try resting your head like this."

Morgala squeaks as Thurkla rolls a little, taking her snuggly bunny with her, and repositions the elf's head so it rests on her big, soft, cushiony breasts.

"Better?" The orc asks.

"S-sure..." the elf croaks, her face getting as warm as a furnace.

I... this is... OH MY GODS! What am I doing?

As if that wasn't enough, Thurkla then wraps her strong, toned thigh around Morgala, embracing her, and pinning her legs in the process.

"Are you warm enough?" The orc asks, apparently oblivious to the extremely personal nature of the touching she is doing.

"Um..." the elf stammers.

"Try putting your hands here..." the orc says as she take Morgala's hands and places them on her own body.

What am I touching...?

The elf gasps.

"Do you feel warm yet?" Thurkla whispers into the elf's ear.