Sara allowed Daphne's movement and adjusted herself in turn. It was a smart move. Sara liked having an experienced partner to parallel her own experience.
Not apologizing, Sara just grunted and slowed a bit, but kept the force in her thrusts. The nails of the hand that held Daphne's waist steady dug into the girl's pale skin.
"Of course." Sara purred back in her predatory growl. "I knew the first instant you got so willingly naked for me what a whore you were. I wanted to make you my whore, to do with as I pleased."