“But…but I didn’t,” Clara gasped. She bit back more moans as whimpers as Sara twisted her fingers. “Circe…that feels so good,” Clara whined, arching her back. Her hands left Sara’s hair and tightly gripped the edge of the table.
As she sat there gasping in air, Clara tried to clear her mind enough to speak. Slowly, she opened her eyes. A hint of a blush colored Clara’s cheeks. “You did,” she admitted softly.
Clara kissed the other girl softly and affectionately. “So, what are you going to do with me now that you’ve won?” she purred with a sexy grin.