Gabrielle pouted again. "Zhere is nothing zhat I could do for you to get you to 'elp me?" she murmured, playing the damsel in distress. "I would be very, very grateful and would repay you any way I could," she whined, biting her lip.
She shrugged lightly. "I think zhat it might be zhat but zhere might be a better reason," Gabrielle offered cryptically.
"Won't admit that you are wet and aching for me?" Gabrielle asked in a husky tone even as her fingers explored the evidence of Sara's want and desire.
Gabrielle shook her head. "Non," she whispered with a smirk. When she heard the next part, her pride swelled up. Sara was cheating! "Oh? You 'ave something special?" she mused.
Once Sara was on the bed, Gabrielle flipped up the hem of her skirt. She began to trail feather-light kisses up and down her thighs. Her lips brushed the wet panties as she teased and teased.