Clara gasped as Sara savagely assaulted her. She couldn’t have imagined nearly anything that felt so good. Sara was aggressive and a little rough, but not too rough. Her hands created wonderful sensations.
She actually laughed as Sara plunged into the water. Clara was about to tease her, when the mouth on her aching cunt stopped her. Words turned into a long, needy moan. Her hands rested on the stone behind her and she held herself up, arching her back.
Spreading her legs wider, Clara wanted to give Sara full domain over her. “Yes…Merlin, that feels so good,” Sara moaned loudly, her head thrown back.