Sara loved the hungry look that Clara had as she watched Sara undress. For the other girl's sake, Sara slowed her undressing some, but was still soon free of any clothes.
When Clara's lips fell on her breasts, Sara gasped out in pleasure. It felt so good that Clara was paying attention there, her nipples already hardening. Her hand tangled in Clara's hair.
"Perhaps..." Sara gasped out, "I have to get my satisfaction from somewhere."
When the phallus finally entered her, she gasped again, her head falling against the bean bag and legs spreading out wider. "That's it..." she said. When Clara pushed it all the way in, she gave another, louder moan and rolled her hips up. "Bloody hell, Clara..."