Tracey looked at Sara as she failed to answer her question. Her mind spun frantically. Why had she said something like that? What did she mean? What did it mean for Tracey and…? She blinked. There was a reason that it couldn’t work with Sara; that reason made her very happy but sad for Sara.
She moaned loudly into the kiss as Sara pushed her to the bed. “I like my girls a bit dominant, it’s true.” Tracey wondered if Sara was the reason for that. Sara had always been so aggressive and she’d never done anything with anyone before Sara. How much had Sara shaped her sexuality, she had to wonder?
Tracey moaned as Sara’s hand snuck under her shirt. “Fuck,” she whimpered lewdly into the kiss. She wasn’t sure she’d been more randy in her entire life.
“I…want to see you again,” Tracey moaned. She hoped Sara knew what she was talking about. “I want to see you come,” she whimpered, her inhibitions gone once more.