"You're soaked." Sara groaned as her hips rocked, tugging Tracey's lips so they were back on her cunt. "You want me to shag you that badly?" she gave a throaty chuckle.
Sara could feel Tracey's fingers move up. Sometimes she let Tracey do that, in fact she quite enjoyed it. But tonight was a day of control, she she grabbed Tracey's wrist and pinned it to the bed. "No, no. Make me come with your mouth only." She emphasized with a roll her her hips.
Feeling her orgasm swell up in the pit of her stomach, Sara bit her lip, wanting to hold out a little longer.