Marisol came again as the woman moaned against her folds. She'd answer her question, but the only answer she'd be able to come up with would be the fact that she was a woman as well. And knew what she liked! Already up by one orgasm, Marisol was not going to let the other woman win! Pheromone driven and competitive, the Spanish woman used whatever strength she had to flip the woman over, freeing herself.
Straddling the woman's waist, she faced away from her. Her fingers were able to penetrate deeper, and curl up as she searched for the one spot that was bound to make the other woman orgasm quickly.
Her own wet folds rubbed against the Veela beneath her as she found the spot, relentlessly rubbing it with vigor.