Chloe shook her head, amusement playing behind soft blue eyes. Emma could certainly go on, her words tripping off her tongue faster than her thoughts.  Only one way to silence her, really.

Crooking her finger, she motioned for the girl to scuttle forward on her knees, youthful cheeks a rosy pink as she finally fell silent. With a sudden lunge, Chloe grabbed the girl’s blonde tresses and, using them as a handle, pulled her between her thighs, squeezing them closed as Emma’s mouth and tongue went to work.

“Such a good little whore,” she murmured, chuckling at the muffled reply.