<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's Booth<br/>The girl on the bottom</strong><br/><br/>"Sub?  For some."  Watching Mara advance up her prone body was almost mesmerizing, slipping her arms under, her forearms over and cradling the folded legs astride hr head was natural, bently parting athe younger woman's folds with fingertips as she wriggled into just the right angle was.. essential.  And kissing the slightly spread snatch was divine.<br/><br/>lLow broad lapping up one outer labia.... down the other, sweeping her tongue around, across Mara's opening, dipping into her opening, slowly, languidly tongueing her, pressing her lips to the woman's tunnel, licking inside her as far as could be reached.  Not languidly, there was a drumbeat of music pulsing through the club, and Susan matched it, both rythym and speed.  Delaying giving the Dom her own release... for a short while, then tilting her head back a little, licking further up languidly... then with a bit more speed, just a bit more, never quite wetly caressing the hooded pearl at the center of that coiling dance - for a time, but at the last possible moment before Mara just grabbed Susan by the hair and forced her mouth right where the younger woman wanted it to be... Susan took the Dom over her edge.