Clara gasped when she was pulled closer to Sara. She hadn’t been expecting that… Her back was arched even harder now and her head continued to hang back. Her open mouth and tight throat gave a desperate edge to her moans and cries.
Squirming, she wondered how long she would be able to take the magnificent torment. “You are…so fucking good at that,” Clara panted. She swallowed hard, gulping in air as she felt her body coursing with arousal.
“Fingers,” Clara whimpered. “Please?” Not usually one to beg, Clara found herself doing it anyways. She was so close and all she needed was that last, little bit.