Clara laughed. “It’s true. I can barely stand them. Luckily, since I am a seventh year, they seem to have no idea what to make of me. So, we just kind of leave each other alone.” With her opinion of Pansy and Daphne, it was no wonder Sara had been drawn to her…and Tracey.
“Just me?” Clara moaned. She arched her back and squirmed under the intense sensations the other end of the phallus made. The way they were positioned, there was no way to escape it. “You don’t have any other little fantasies?” Clara felt fantasies to be harmless; unless they were Sara’s about Tracey Davis…then they were quite threatening.
“That does seem most unfair,” Clara whined on Sara’s behalf.
Clara threaded her fingers through Sara’s hair. Firmly, but sure not to hurt, she pulled Sara’s head back a little. “Don’t stop,” she growled, overcome with arousal and feeling the urge to take control back once more.
Feeling her climax building, she kissed Sara roughly and deeply.