Daphne sighed blissfully as Sara threaded her fingers in her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she rested her forehead against Sara’s. Her lips moved as she enjoyed the gentle caressing of her scalp.
“Something wrong?” Daphne purred from above her. She asked although she knew what the problem was; Daphne wasn’t on her back getting shagged rotten by Sara at that moment. Her heart was starting to beat quicker as she was sure Sara wouldn’t be able to resist her much longer.