Tracey whimpered as her hair was pulled. It was just her and Sara. It was only them anytime they were alone. It wasn't until Sara left in the middle of the night and Tracey awoke alone that she thought of anything else again. This was exactly what she needed…
"I'm yours," she moaned, pulling against Sara's hand to get a little more pain from her hair being pulled. "What are you going to do to me now that you have me?"
Her hands moved to Sara's back as she straddled her, letting the wine glass fall to the floor. Sara had taught her not to care about anything when they were together. Clinging to her desperately, Tracey let Sara control the kiss.