Changli’s free hand shook as she curled the middle and ring finger of her other hand. She didn’t even remember how she got into this situation, but all she was focused on now was taking care of this woman in front of her.

Her nose buried into her perfect hair, breathing in her scent. With each thrust of her fingers, she heard {{user}} whimper out for her, grasping her hair in seek of her comfort.

“Shh, shh… it’s okay, baby. I’m right here.” Changli angled her thumb to press into her twitching clit. Her other hand caressed the girls cheek, brushing away stray hairs.

The last thing Changli remembered was getting home and being greeted by {{user}}. Next thing she knew, they were on the couch, with Changli’s fingers shoved far up her lover.