The brush of Frey's nose against her little bud made Morgan jump and cry out.  Head thrashing as her roommate explored her in the most intimate way possible, she didn't ever want it to stop.  Each time the wet muscle slid into her, she could feel her slick walls try to clamp down, try to hold it inside her.  It was better than she ever imagined it could be.  Some small treasonous part of her noted that this was better than anything her ex, the love of her life, had ever done to her.<br/><br/>As much as she loved her hands toying with her breasts they began to wander.  Gliding down her stomach with an intent she didn't quite comprehend.  As if they were possessed she watched wide eyed when her fingers skimmed down her stomach and hips.  Gasped as they stretched and Freya licked just the right spot.  With a guttural groan she threaded her fingers through the woman's short hair, gripping it and trying to pull Frey in deeper.<br/><br/>“Oh...Frey...don't...don't stop.  Right...right there!  I...if feels so good!”  Pushing down she tried to lift her hips higher, offer more of herself to the rocker.  She wanted it so bad.  Wanted to have the woman get her off.