Breathing heavily, Lisa lowered her face again into Rachel’s neck, nibbling her, kissing her, murmuring with a tenderness that belied the savagery of her penetrating hand. “Oh, Rachel, Rachel!” gasped the desperate, excited breath in the brunette’s blood-warmed ear. Penetrating the girl rhythmically all the while, Mrs. McEvers stepped closer again, and the pressure of her big body pushed Rachel backward so that the brunette had to grab out to keep from falling. Rachel clung to the older woman breathlessly, her fingers clutching at a meaty hip and a solid shoulder as she was filled so relentlessly with the other’s intrusive fingers.
It was so embarrassing, so awkward—and yet Lisa’s lips upon her face, her throat, her ear were flatteringly eager, murmuring incoherently in the older woman’s
