Daphne’s gentle fingers explored the depths of her mistress not without skill as her tongue lavished the over-sensitive bud between Eirene’s wet folds with pleasant little laps. The brunette squirmed under her lover’s gentle ministrations, her hand coming to grip the golden locks before it as her legs remained parted. Eirene feared she might hurt her fragile disciple if she suddenly closed her thighs against her, the need for it turning almost unbearable.<br/><br/>She brought her left hand down on top of Daphne’s right hand and slowed down the pace of her plunging fingers whilst at the same time her back arched and her pelvis lunged in harmony with this new rhythm.<br/><br/>Eirene closed  her eyes and as the minutes passed she disappeared into a world of her own. Soon she wrapped her fingers again into Daphne’s golden hair and pressed her deeper against the softness of her gender. Eirene’s otherwise graceful moves increased to the point of total uncoordination as she began to moan as loudly as the walls allowed to keep the sound within them.  Suddenly she clamped her thighs around Daphne’s soft cheeks, gripped her hair painfully and arched her back as the sensations ripped through her body.  Spreading her legs again, Eirene  tried to prolong the ecstasy of the moment by placing her own hand on top of Daphne’s head, gently yanking it backwards so that her legs could come together, thigh against thigh.<br/>Slowly she relaxed and her breathing became more controlled. It was then that Eirene opened her eyes and cupping Daphne’s chin with her fingers, she leaned forth, placing a passionate kiss on her lover’s lips, moistened with her own juices.<br/><br/>“Very well, my sweet, sweet Daphne” Eirene whispered as she caressed her kneeled lover on the left cheek. “I could not ask for more.”<br/>