Imogen let go of the nipple, but kept her face down, grinning against Zara's skin, feeling her buck against her.<br/><br/>Oh fuck, this was both fun, and turning her mad. She felt like she had a furnace between her legs – heat just begging to be seen to.<br/><br/>With some force of will, she pushed it out of her mind, and concentrated wholly on the body below her. Licking, kissing, biting, she worked her way down Zara's body, from the curve of the underside of her breast, over the ribcase, the waist – which she took particular delight in traces its curves with her tongue – and over her hip.<br/><br/>She let her hand drift down between the woman's legs as she did so – fuck, so much heat.<br/><br/>She couldn't resist any longer. Sliding between her legs, she traced a single finger around her dripping opening before sliding two gently inside, twisting and curling them as she did so to provide more stimulation.<br/><br/>She kissed the inside of the whore's thigh as her hand worked – so tantalisingly close, but so far.<br/><br/>“And what is the activity you most enjoy with your clients?” she asked, lips slightly muffled against Zaras leg – she was honestly curious whether the woman would be able to answer coherently at this point.