Gabrielle smiled brightly. Sara's reaction to her little act made Gabrielle want to keep playing all the more. Her smile was innocent and happy and thankful; a stark contrast to her behavior before and the behavior she was about to exhibit. "Zhat is so nice. I will do anything."
She leaned into Sara's touch. She loved having her hair stroked. It was so blissfully affectionate; a nice mix with the wanton lust of sex. "I 'ave been thinking of all zee things zhat I could do to zhat body of yours to please you. Zhat made me very, very wet."
"Zee fiancé makes zhat 'ard, non?" Gabrielle asked with a little chuckle. She cocked her head. Did she really care for the redhead? It seemed so. Though, she wasn't sure she should say anything afraid to touch a nerve.
Gabrielle teased for as long as she could manage. Gently, she pulled Sara's panties aside exposing her. "You are beautiful, chere," she purred. Darting in, she flicked her tongue over Sara's soft folds.
Her tongue kept darting over her before she leaned in and wrapped her lips firmly around Sara's clit. Easing a finger inside her, Gabrielle began to fuck her hard and fast and without mercy.
Sara was in for quite a night...
Gabrielle's Veela was nearly insatiable without all the tension, build up and denial. Yes, Sara was in for a very long night.