"You're already wet," I said, looking at Sarah's slit. Her love juice was clearly soaking her underwear where her genitals pressed against the fabric.
Sarah lay down on top of me, her bright blue eyes full of charm and excitement, and kissed me on the mouth with her soft, warm lips.
It had only been a few days since I had kissed her for the last time, a little before she acted as a decoy, but it felt like much longer, as her lips kissed me with such desire.
"That can't be helped. My pussy had a hard time without you. I've been pleasuring myself every night thinking about you," Sarah said to me when our mouths parted.
"Is this really true?" I asked her, not believing what I was hearing.
"Yeah, my pussy felt so lonely without you. I had to be really careful so Diane wouldn't catch me touching myself." She confessed this to me, but there was no shame in her voice.
