Tracey shook her head. It was perfect because it let her drag her lips back and forth over Sara's clit. The more emphatic her denial, the more her lips moved back and forth. If the sounds Sara made as any indication, she should keep denying it!
"You said you'd punish me," she answered, her voice trembling. Excitement caused the wavering in her tone. With a few exceptions when she was a little too mean, Sara's punishments were blissful.
Getting Sara to come cause fresh arousal to stain her jeans and Tracey squirmed desperately as she drank it all in. Then, Sara was gone. Unwilling to let her get away, Tracey rolled over and clung desperately to Sara's side.
"You said you would shag me," she whimpered, showering very wet kisses on Sara's neck, cheeks, hair and ear. "Please? Please?" Tracey wasn't as impatient as she played at. She had no doubt that Sara would shag her. Though she gave her little else, Sara never left her wanting sexually.
"Come on," Tracey whimpered. "Rip my pants off and pin me down and shag me…"