“You know how I love that,” Megan groaned. Sixty-nining was possibly Megan’s favorite sexual position. “What classroom would be hottest?” she mused, flicking her tongue firmly to try and get another delicious sound out of Claire.
“Oh? She did have a bit of one, didn’t she?” Megan thought about it. “Might be worth it though. And Lavender would owe us big!” The idea was getting better all the time…
Megan giggled as Claire gasped. “Oh, you know you love it, you little slag,” she purred, her tone drenched in affection for her best friend. Gently, she pushed the finger into Claire’s tight arsehole just a little bit to make sure she didn’t hurt her. To ease her, Megan’s tongue continued to expertly lavish attention on Claire’s soaked folds.