Daphne grinned. “Is that going to go back on my head when we shag?” she purred as she looked down at Sara. She thought the hat was pretty sexy, especially in contrast to the lingerie she wore.
“It’s my best quality, I would say,” she breathed in Sara’s ear. Lightly, her fingers kneaded the muscles of her shoulders. “I think I like this,” she said breathily. The ache between her legs was increasing.
Increasing the boldness and quickness of movements, Daphne wondered what other kinds of moments she could do. Getting an idea, she took Sara’s hair lightly and moved her to rest her cheek on her bare tummy. Straightening up, she climbed to stand on the chance to dance with the front of her knickers brushing Sara’s nose.