"That's not a surprise," Rosie says breathlessly, shivering when Sabrina's lips touch hers at the same time as her fingers glide down against her cunt. "That we were both doing a lot of thinking."

Rosie's already dark eyes darken further when she sees Sabrina lick the slick of her cunt off her fingers, more heat sparking within them as she squirms into the circling touch to her clit. "Oh, yes, please," she sighs just before Sabrina's mouth claims hers again, drowning out the needy cry she makes when those slim, beautiful fingers slide into her. Even as wet as she is, as ready, there's still a stretch to it that's utterly perfect.