GETTING A TATTOO OR FINGERED (II, End)

Chapter 2 Sarah's Pov. I slipped a hand between my legs, my fingers trembling as they brushed over my swollen clit, still sensitive from the orgasm she had just given me. The touch sent a jolt through my body, making my hips buck up off the table slightly, and I moaned into her pussy, the vibration of the sound humming against her folds. God, I am so turned on I can not think straight. Eating her out is making me drip even more, my juices running down my inner thighs now, pooling on the table beneath me. I circled my clit slowly at first, teasing myself, but the taste of her on my tongue—the salty, tangy flavor flooding my mouth—made me rub harder, faster, pressing two fingers inside my own soaking hole while my thumb worked my clit in rough strokes. My pussy clenched around my fingers, greedy for more, and I thrust them in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue lapping at her. Why does this feel so good? Pleasuring her while I fuck myself, it's like my body is on overload, every ne