Wild Desire
She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside.
Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.