Dean kept his fingers working on Daphne, slipping in and out of her folds and rubbing against her. His lips, however, were traveling. Daphne seemed to have the other girl's neck under control and so Dean started on her breasts. He used his free hand to cup each one as his tongue flicked across her nipples.
It was impossible not to make comparisons. Shareen's breasts were about the same size as Daphne's but Dean thought Daphne was more symmetrical.