Megan nodded emphatically. She had done well drowning whatever feelings of guilt had tried to rise to the surface between her intense chemistry with Claire mixed with half a bottle of firewhiskey.
Hearing Claire’s groan, she giggled. “Like my idea?” she teased playfully.
When Claire’s sweet scent tickled her senses, Megan couldn’t resist a second longer. She lifted her head off the bed to meet Claire’s folds as they descended to her lips. Megan’s left hand went to hold Claire’s hips while the other was between her own legs. Without thinking, she stroked her folds brushing the tip of Claire’s nose with her knuckles as she did.
“That’s what I remember,” Megan whimpered before her tongue lashed out to run over Claire’s folds and up to her swollen, exposed clit. Sucking hungrily, Megan couldn’t seem to decide she wanted to do that more or lick more as she quickly began to alternate between the two.”
“You are so wet…did I do that to you?” Megan moaned, knowing she had.