“You do,” Clara agreed. “I think I can help you with your satisfaction.” Her lips moved from Sara’s breast over to the other as she continued to teasingly tongue Sara’s nipples. She leaned one way, then the other, trying to find a way to touch as well. But, she needed both hands to support her weight on the awkward chair.
“That?” she purred as she pushed all the way inside once more, holding the phallus inside her. When she began to move again, Clara slid it in and out in long, slow, deliberate strokes.
“Give me your hands,” she ordered huskily. Without waiting for Sara to comply, she took Sara by the wrists and pinned her hands over her head. Pressing her body against Sara’s, she tried to control her.