Daphne didn’t need any further encouragement. Running her hands down Sara’s flanks, she took the hem of Sara’s t-shit and lifted it over her head in a quick, smooth motion. Since Daphne was still in her bra and knickers, she left Sara’s bra for the moment.
Reaching for her jeans, she deftly popped the button open. With her boots still one, she lightly pushed against the heel of Sara’s trainers and got them off her feet where they fell to the floor with a clunk.
Uninhibited by shoes, Daphne pushed the jeans down, off Sara’s hips until they were low enough she could use her foot to get them the rest of the way off. All the while, Daphne was moaning softly as Sara’s lips and hands teased her.