Callista squirmed and writhed under Melinda’s ministrations. She was perfect, and Callista’s eyes closed tightly as she felt her climax approach. In her mind, it was Cho. It was always, would always, be Cho. The Asian woman had a way of making her come with just a few touches, and Melinda was quickly getting there. She could almost imagine her former lover there.
“Cho, baby,” She cried out, tumbling over the edge. She pulled Melinda’s hair hard as she came, spilling out into the other womans mouth.