...t, sweet lips, silencing her once more. God, Frida, how long have you been keeping this from me?
She slipped the gag back over and wandered down to Frida's breasts. "You know what I like about girls, Frida?"
The restrained girl just stared at her with wild, fearful eyes.
"They have more pleasure areas than guys." She grabbed the girl's perfect tits and started playing with them. The more she held off on her own body's pleasure, the more it screamed for it.
Zoe brought her lips down over the nipples. "You've grown so well… I guess I just never noticed before." she said. She began to wander lower, dragging her mouth over Frida's stomach and enjoying the girl's soft skin. Frida was trying to say some sort of plea or another through the rag, and her body twitched at every ticklish brush. It was driving her captor crazy.
At last, Zoe was there. "Can I have a sample?" she asked Frida innocently. The restrained girl stared at her in horror and confusion.
So Zoe licked her hard. It was like bubblegum. She felt the girl's thigh muscles flex and she knew that it had felt good. That was the thing about sex organs. They had a mind of their own. It didn't matter where the pleasure was coming from; it was pleasure nonetheless.
She heard Frida let out a light sob. Somehow, this turned her on even more. It was the power-hungry Black Cuervo in her that was aroused by having complete control.
"Don't cry," Zoe said in mock comfort. The...