Wichita’s fingers traced the neckline of Clarisse and slowly trailed down to the collarbone. Both soaked in water, a chill of goosebumps shrouded their skins, making them shiver as the gusts of cool breeze swept them. Clarisse felt hot blood rushing through her veins, her muscles tingling and contracting as a response to Wichita’s touch. Her heart was pounding against her ribs as if struggling to break free and jump into Wichita’s. Every thought and every movement that Clarisse’s body made was a reflex stimulus to Wichita’s touch. Everything just led back to this wonderfully luscious woman.
Wichita put her hand behind Clarisse’s thighs and lifted her up gently.
“Oops,” Clarisse squealed, “… looks like this is getting far.”
Wichita giggled and said, “… the destination is still a million
