"Holy fuck," Sabrina gasps, absolutely reverent in her breathlessness. "Rose, fuck, do you have any idea--" She tightens her fingers in Rosie's hair, helping ease her panties off, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Her nerves spark hot and electric, nipples pink and straining under fingers, tongue, the muscles in her stomach flickering and jumping.

She's already a mess, flushed and a bit sweaty, her eyes huge and dark.

Licking her lips, she says, as sweetly and clearly as she can, "I think about it too. I want it. Please. Kiss me, touch me, please. God, I think about it too. I think about-- oh, I want you to use it on me too, to fuck me, please." Her thighs splay open, shameless in her wanting. "I want your mouth, please, but I want you to know how absolutely you can take me apart, leave me wrecked, please and I'll keep saying it."