It was hard not to smirk as she felt the other woman clenching around her fingers, but when she sank to her knees and began using her tongue, Delaney moaned and wrapped the fingers of both hands in Gretchen's hair, tugging gently to encourage her not to stop, inadvertently getting Gretchen's juices all through her hair.
"Fuck," she breathed, staying quiet not because she didn't want to get caught - she mostly didn't give a shit - but because she was starting to feel guilty, her stomach twisting uncomfortably.