...nd tongue over her right nipple, licking and teasing until Sam's groaning and pushing and thrusting against Carly in a desperate attempt for more, more-!
"Shay . . . " Sam whispers. "Take off your shirt."
"Make me," Carly says with a grin, then continues to move her mouth down past Sam's breasts and over her belly button. She grabs Sam's belt, yanks it off in one swift move, and slides the jeans down to her knees.
Of course I'd pick today to wear my South Park boxers.
Sam's decided it's all very well having Carly come onto her, Carly tell her what to do and Carly kiss her, but she wants to be in control.
She almost rips off Carly's shirt and bra, half-orders and half-suggests Carly peel off her fucking hot skirt and look even fucking hotter naked.
"Give mama some service," she breaths, which is fucked-up and hot in its own way.
And Carly does. She slides down Sam's boxers and gets on her knees, naked on the wood floor. At first, Sam expects her to reach forward with her fingers, but then Carly leans her whole head forward and her tongue tastes then licks up into Sam and holy fuck oh my fucking god fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes Carly fucking Shay - !
Sam lets out a grown and grinds against Carly again.
Carly thrusts first one, then two fingers up into Sam, at the same time licking. She starts to pulse the fingers, in and out, in and out. They squish up into Sam, and her body takes Carly in eagerly.