Daphne's grin was positively evil. She liked that Sara wanted, no needed, it so bad that she looked like she was going to lose her composure entirely. Whimpering, she struggled for just a moment before giving in.
When her lips met Sara's soaked folds, Daphne's tongue snaked out immediately and she pressed it hard against the soft flesh. Parting her folds, she licked as deep as she could and brought the flat of her tongue to stroke Sara's clit.
It was likely clear that this wasn't the first time that Daphne had done this. Gabrielle always forced Daphne to go down on her, usually while Theo was bumbling around to try and please Daphne.
Unable to fight the urge anymore, Daphne grabbed Sara's hips as she eased herself onto her back on the ground. She never let her mouth leave Sara's delicious cunt as she pulled Sara to kneel over her face.