Sara could feel Daphne's weak struggles, but she kept her grip strong in the girl's hair. She wasn't going to let go until she got her own release.
When Daphne finally gave in and Sara felt her lips and tongue on her wet folds, she let out a loud moan, glad she had decided to cast a silencing charm around them before she had started this.
Sara's hips arched into Daphne's, surprisingly skilled lips. She wondered how she got to be so skilled. That thought was pushed from her mind as the tongue hit her clit. She would have to ask later, now wasn't the time.
Feeling her hips being pulled, Sara quickly realized what Daphne was doing and followed her, moving to the floor, knelt over the redhead, not able to resist, grinding her cunt on Daphne's lips. "Oh Merlin..." she groaned.