The water of the stream had washed any grime of the day away from both their bodies and what Alissa was tasting was purely Britta. She leaked her desire, her arousal, and thrashed her head at the sensations. The moaning only added to the sensation, sending vibrations seemingly to her core. She moaned, clutching madly at Alissa's shoulders, moving her fingers into her hair, pressing down on her head.
Her hips moved, thrusting up against Alissa's tongue. She was inexperienced, but it didn't seem to matter. Britta was turned on and edging up on the verge of orgasm. Her panting became more frantic and small curse words and high pitched cries came from her now and then.