This time Alecto raised her other hand. It came down hard on Spencer's arse. "What did I tell you lying?" she asked, not having missed a beat as she fucked her with her fingers. Pulling her hand away, she could see a nice red mark on her arse.
"That might be the pot calling the cauldron black, Miss Fawcett," she teased condescendingly. "Who is soaking my fingers right now? Who is moaning like a whore? Who has been dying for this for a week?"
"Please? Please, what?" She made sure to push deeper and fuck her faster. "Please keep fucking you? Please, make you come all over my fingers?"
That was exactly what she was striving for. Alecto couldn't wait to make Spencer lose control. She wanted to watch her shake and quiver and hear her moan and whimper as she made Spencer come.