Tracey felt a little childish and having to be directed, but she wanted to make Sara feel good. Curling her fingers she gradually increased the pace. She allowed herself to be moved and kept her fingers moving even as Sara moved onto the table.
“Merlin…you look hot like that,” Tracey gasped as Sara rested back on her hands. Her cheeks had a hint of pink and there was a tiny bit of sweat on her brow. Tracey wasn’t sure she’d anything so erotic in her entire life…
Keeping a steady pace, Tracey did her best to make Sara come. Her mouth hung open a little and she was breathing fast and shallow in anticipation.