Increasing the pressure ever so lightly, Gretchen deepened the kiss, letting out a little moan at the feel of her fingers in her hair. Her mind slipped back to Trevor again and how different Natalie's touch in her hair was from his, the way he fisted his hand in her hair, yanked her around, made her heart leap in her throat. In an effort to drive his image from her head, Gretchen moved closer, skipping past both her desire to hear Natalie beg and the step where she removed the blonde's knickers, and simply pushed them aside, sliding two fingers into her.
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