It seemed that the bragging Claire had done about her prowess was incredibly understated. Her hands were masterful. The heat and cold were amazing. Sweat began to dot her forehead even as a chill passed through her moments later.
The sounds only increased in volume and frequency. Massage to her was incredibly erotic. She knew that she was soaked because she could feel her thighs were wet and tacky.
"That feels so good, Claire," she moaned. "You can touch me anywhere." She grinned into the bed. It was hardly subtle innuendo but she suspected that it would still sound hot to the other girl.