Growling again, Sara leaned into Daphne's neck and bit into it just enough to ensure a mark. "You're lying to me." Sara breathed with a dangerous hint. "You're soaked like a little whore who's begging to be fucked, there's no use denying it. You want me to shag you senseless don't you?"
Sara kept her grip strong against Daphne's struggles. After a while of kissing, Sara moved the girl's wrists to be held by one hand as the other began to scrap it's nails lightly up the redhead's inner thigh as her lips moved to Daphne's collarbone.