"No, no," Tracey whimpered as she struggled. She didn't struggle too hard, the line between good pain and bad was very thin for her. As usual, Sara walked it perfectly as her nails scraped her scalp.
She got exactly what she wanted. Tracey was on her back and Sara was pressing her cunt to her lips. Letting Sara control where her tongue was, Tracey began to suck and lick desperately.
Spreading her legs, she wanted Sara to see that her jeans were actually damp with arousal. Tracey, desperate for some relief, rubbed her thighs together as she sucked on Sara's clit.