Ginny smiled impishly, though her cheeks took on just a twinge of pink. She liked the idea of being a bad girl, though she still wasn’t totally comfortable with it all the time. “Is that so?” she purred. “You think I am fun?”
She could see Sara’s discomfort. This was an escape and the last thing she wanted was reality. Sara was a perfect escape and she didn’t want to ruin it. She really had no idea what it meant for tomorrow or next year but that didn’t matter.
Ginny moaned into the kiss as Sara grabbed her arse. “Ahhh…I love that…a little harder…”
Leaning back so Sara could get to the strap of her overalls, she let her undo one side. “You might not want to do that,” Ginny moaned, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead against Sara’s. Her eyes were pinched shut. “I am…so randy that I am not letting you get up if you don’t stop now…”