One of the reasons Tracey needed Sara was that she was not in control for a moment. Of course, this was something that made her miserable as well. Deciding not to reflect on that, Tracey just enjoyed the soft caresses before they became blissfully rough.
Like a little girl, she shook her head and tried to pull away. Fighting, for now, she acted as if the last thing she wanted to do was to lick Sara's pussy. Of course, it was hard to resist especially when she was so close and her scent filled Tracey's senses.
"No," she whined softly. "Please don't make me," Tracey begged. The smirk that curled her lips showed that she was hardly resisting in earnest.