She felt Guievera move behind her, eyes slightly lidded as she followed the woman's progress. Those hands continued to tease her, driving her nearly mad, the press of a finger lightly trailing along her side brushing every nerve ending it passed by alight. Those fingers moved to her brassiere, unhooking it and letting her perky, pale chest free, her pink nipples stiffening at the kiss of the refreshing afternoon air of Guinevera's bedroom. A shiver of anticipation worked through her as those nimble fingers took their time opening the button to her denims. She swallowed thickly, the fingers slid beneath, pressing up the thick fabric. She squirmed slightly in the Madame's grip, gasping a little as she adjusted herself.<br/><br/>She wet her lips, turned her head to the side, desperate to return even the smallest portion of the stimulation she was receiving. Her lips found the side of Guinevera's neck and she moaned softly, kissing, sucking gently. Her hands slid back as she felt herself pulled between the madame's legs, that lovely chest pressing up against her bare back. One of Cameron's hands stroked the outside of Guinevera's though, the other slipped up, massaging her side in time with the strokes of her sex.<br/><br/>"B-by the Saints," she breathed out softly, "Love, y-you're good at this..." she whispered, catching Guinevera's earlobe in her lips, licking along it.<br/><br/>Her hips moved like an animal all their own, jerking and bucking at those skilled fingers on pure instinct, her chest rising and falling in a soft, desperate pant. Her climax was building, she could feel it smouldering in the pit of her belly, the flames fanned each and every time Guinevera's fingers stroked or prodded her delicate pink folds. Still, she swallowed it down, fighting in vain to keep this delicious tease going as long as possible, knowing she couldn't hold herself back much longer.