The word on the girl's lips like that was enough to make her pussy positively soaking. "You can touch me," she told the girl, whispering with her lips against her throat. "I want to touch you," she told the girl, letting go of her hair so that her hand could moved down the back of her white shirt.
God she wanted to touch her. Was that alright? God, it wasn't. She knew that it wasn't, but she wanted it so fucking bad she could die. Her fingers moved around to Padma's waist. She kept going slowly just in case the girl wanted to stop, though it seemed like hell would freeze over before that happened.
"You're so beautiful," she told the girl softly as she moved up to kiss her again, a little more forcefully this time. She let her tongue slide along the girl's lips, begging them to part for her.