For what might have been the first time in her life, Sara whimpered as Clara's tongue began to work in her folds. At the older girl's question,she only nodded and the hand that wasn't holding her skirt up, gripped the shelf.
"Oh what? Would you have had to take me right there on that table?" Sara managed out breathily, not wanting to seem weak for not being able to form words due to her pleasure.
Sara was thankful that CLara's hand was holding her face or she was sure her hips would be bucking by now. CLara knew just how to work her. If she was in any other state, that might worry her, she wasn't used to people being able to get reactions out of her so easily. Maybe it was because she hadn't had any good sex in a while.
When Clara focused in on Sara's clit, she let out another loud moan, tightening her grip on the shelf for support. "So close..." she groaned.