Lavender blushed. “I’ve had a few girlfriends,” she admitted. “And, I loved do this to them.” She did manage to stop herself from admitting that it had never been as good as doing it to Fleur. “What is your favorite thing to do? Or to have a girl do to you?” Lavender really wanted to know.
“Yes, please, Fleur?” Lavender begged. Her lips did not leave Fleur’s clit as she spoke, sending gentle vibrations over it. Lavender’s breath was ragged and caressed Fleur’s folds. She wanted to touch her, push a finger inside her, but she stopped herself. She wanted, no needed, to make Fleur come with only her mouth. It was harder, but it always felt so rewarding to both partners when it happened.
Lavender moaned. She needed something to do with her hand. Reaching down, she slid her finger inside her soaked and aching cunt. Moaning loudly, she almost came right there. The heel of her hand pressed down firmly atop her clit. “Ah…ah…” Lavender whimpered between Fleur’s legs.
She felt ashamed touching herself like that, embarrassed of what Fleur might think, but she couldn’t stop herself.