Ellie didn't really question the situation as Henry performed the charm that was necessary to make himself feel comfortable. After all, she wanted nothing more than for him to enjoy the situation as much as she was, and though Elle wasn't exactly overly familiar with any of this, she wasn't going to stop or question either. For one, it seemed rude, and for another.... well right then her brain didn't particularly care to interrupt the heated moment. Instead she was more focused on the way his touch felt against her most sensitive of areas. The way her head pressed back against the pillows, her hands falling away from his hair and gripping the sheets, her knuckles starting to turn white.
"Henry..." she half moaned, unable to stop herself from gently thrusting her hips at his touch, wanting more but feeling overly greedy at that thought. But she couldn't help it. She was turned on, she was wet, she was a teenage girl and her hormones were racing and her skin on fire.
"Please... more," she whimpered softly, her self control failing.