"I don't really care how you explain it. Not my problem, love." Sara drawled. If the girl really needed it, she could help the girl. But she was sure the girl could fix a simple blouse. It didn't seem like it was the first time that Gabrielle had had a piece of clothing destroyed in an act of passion.
Sara loved how wet Gabrielle was. She always enjoyed feeling a girl's wetness as she pressed into her knickers. It always promised for more fun things inside those knickers. "I think it's from the fact that you like me treating you like a whore."
Groaning softly, slightly muffled as she pressed her lips against Gabrielle's cleavage. She knew that she was extremely wet, but she wasn't going to grace Gabrielle with an answer.
Sara chuckled at Gabrielle's confidence. Confidence was always attractive on a girl. That's why she enjoyed Daphne so much. "She bloody adores it." Sara growled. She thought of Daphne and how much the girl always seemed to love it when she shagged her rotten with the toy. It was always her favorite.
"It really isn't any of your concern, is it?" Sara said with a smirk. But she couldn't help adding a bit more. "Though I think she would be a bit jealous, if she knew about you."
When she felt Gabrielle take her arms so strongly, Sara rose a brow. Where did this sudden strength come from? She struggled a bit against the girl and found that she couldn't easily overtake her. So she let her push her towards the bed, distracted by the nice promise that Gabrielle was saying. Feeling her knees hit the bed, she fell back on it, propping herself up with her elbows.