Clara smiled triumphantly from between Sara’s thighs as she pulled back. Looking up, she watched the girl trying to recover. It must have been a good one because it seemed like it was taking her a while.
Playfully, she let Sara’s knickers snap back in to place before she slowly stood up. Her lips and chin were wet but she didn’t wipe it away. Posing slightly, she leaned against the bookshelf seductively.
“Is that what you wanted?” she whispered, leaning in to let her lips brush Sara’s ear.