Melody was growing more daring and more foreward by the minute. She dared to slip her free hand into Freya's shirt, caressing up to fondle the free breast as she continued to suckle and lick at the other, her tongue continueing it's trek where the nipple pressed against the shirt's fabric.<br/><br/>Her heart raced as her hand kept thrusting and flicking and caressing in time with the moans it elicited. Oh, she had fantasized about this. Not this precisely--but about feeling Freya's breasts, feeling her... wetness, hearing her cry out with pleasure. The delight of it all made her own clit tingle with delight and longing and...<br/><br/>Hold on, when had she abandoned her own... her hand was... which meant she was rubbing her own juices against Freya's. Melody stopped. "Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean to be... I'm sorry."<br/><br/>