Lavender swallowed hard again. “Anything,” she breathed, confirming her first answer. “That sounds…wonderful. Circe, I want you so bad…Want you to taste me and touch me…and do the same thing to you…”
She couldn’t control her breathing as Fleur dragged her nails lightly over her tummy. Swooning, Lavender was thankful for the desk to hold her up. “How are you doing this to me?” she whimpered, still feeling amazed that her body was betraying her as it was.
“I can’t wait to see how wonderful you are, professor,” Lavender cooed.
Sliding a second finger into Fleur’s tight sex. “You feel so good…” She began to move them in and out slowly, curling them and moving them in circles at the apex of each thrust. Experimenting, she hoped that Fleur was enjoying it as much as she was.
Her hand moved to Fleur’s back and began to tug at the clasp of her bra, wanting Fleur to see her bare breasts.