“I’m glad,” Megan responded with a breathy giggle. “I thought it was a fab idea!”
She resisted her fingers being moved for just a moment but she was even more anxious for Claire’s tongue than Claire was to give it to her. Megan moaned loudly into Claire’s sex. Lifting her hips off the bed, she pressed herself to Claire’s mouth.
“I love the way you taste,” Megan responded. “Why did we ever agree to give this up?” she asked. Once the words had slipped out, she realized the question was far more genuine than she had considered.
“You make me this way…a lot,” Megan confessed. “We’ve been doing this a lot lately…late at night,” she hinted knowing Claire would guess that she’d been touching herself thinking about her best friend…