Clara suspected she knew what the escalation was about. Was Sara trying to make her come before she was? It was a game she had played before; a fun one at that too. Grinning, she moaned, “What are you up to?”
“Are you trying to make me come?” she asked breathily, allowing her breath tickle Sara’s folds. “What if I want you to come first?”
Her lips latched onto Sara’s clit to demonstrate her wish.