Lavender moaned at Fleur’s promise. What would the lessons be? What would Lavender do? What would Fleur do to her? Her head was filled with images and possibilities that left her so wet she could feel it on her thighs once more.
More by Fleur’s empathic guidance then by any skill or insight of her own, Lavender increased the pressure of her lips. Dragging them over Fleur’s folds, sucking as she went, she moved to the swelled clit atop them. Wrapping her lips around it, Lavender sucked long and steady, moving her chin in a slow circle as she did to alter the pressure of her lips second by second.