“That isn’t true,” Tracey growled, her hand still threaded in her hair. She grinned triumphantly as Fleur’s head came back with her light tug. She said that not because she believed it to be true but to try and demonstrate that she, in fact, had a bit of spunk.
Even more spunk than you know, she thought maliciously.
“Ah...ah…ah…” Her staccato cries filled the classroom with each roll of their hips. She had never felt anything like this in her entire life. Though it wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had, Tracey had to admit that Fleur was the best lover she’d ever had…
Seeing the shine on Fleur’s fore head, Tracey’s other hand reached for Fleur’s hip and gripped on tightly. Pulling against her body, Tracey moved even more frantically. “Yes, yes,” she coaxed with far too much of a begging tone for her liking. “Please? I want you to so bad,” she half-whimpered, half growled.
Doing her best to send Fleur over the edge, Tracey didn’t dare slow her pace or relent in pressure for a fraction of second for fear that she wouldn’t see Fleur cry out and come against her cunt; their bodies mingling in a wet, hot and very lewd way.