As Tracey shook her head and tried to get away, Sara growled loudly and gripped Tracey's hair tighter, her nails scraping lightly against Tracey's scalp. "Stop moving and lick." She said again, a bit louder.
It was obvious that Tracey was only playing and Sara knew that and she liked forcing Tracey into things, making her feel even more in control. Swiftly, Sara flipped them so she was straddling Tracey's face, still holding onto her hair. Moving down, she brought her cunt to Tracey's mouth.