“Well, we’ve already proven we can make each other moan,” Clara told her breathily. “So, we might want to have that in place. I know you are going to moan when I…do what I planned…to you…” Clara moaned. She knew she shouldn’t have brought up her plan, the image that flashed in her mind only served to excite her more.
“Ahhh…” she gasped a Sara’s fingers brushed her sex. “Yes…go ahead…I know you want to touch me…”