Sara had already began to love hearing Clara's gasps of pleasure and vowed to make her gasp many more times. She let her hands continue over Clara's body, as if she was blind and wanted to feel every detail of Clara to form a picture of her in her mind.
The fact that her clothes, not to mention herself as well, were now soaked, the only thing that mattered to Sara in that moment was the taste of Clara's cunt. It was absolutely divine. She let her fingers and nails begin to travel slowly up the older girl's calves.
As CLara spread her legs, Sara was able to move closer. Her tongue lightly played over Clara's folds before parting them lightly and running her tongue along them, stopping at her clit and giving it a good flick with her tongue before she went back to the folds, letting her tongue sink deeper into the wet sex. Her hands glided up Clara's thighs to her arse, grasping it and pulling it closer to Sara.