Fleur finally had to break her faux staring contest with Tracey as the girl's finger stroked her clit. Her eyelids slightly fluttered down as her breath became more ragged.
"You zhink so?" Fleur chuckled at the girl's assumption. "Well, I don't like to brag..." she grinned. "But you are correct." She was a great lover. She knew it, everyone did.
Fleur was having a moment of clarity in the aftermath, though her inhibitions were still hazy. "I do, chere..." her fingers lightly brushed against Tracey's thighs, "but we really shouldn't. I 'ave broken enough rules and crossed enough boundaries as eet is..."