How long could she take it?
A jolt of adrenaline surged through Christina's pulsing veins as she felt the scarf tighten around her neck at Donna's hands, nearly, but not quite, cutting off her air supply. The redhead continued to drive her to the brink, her other hand working expertly to make Christina moan and hum in pleasure.
As Donna's fingers dipped into Christina's warm, wet center, her back arched slightly, lifting off of the seat, the sensations surging through her, heightened. She was so close. So deliciously, maddeningly close.
Her head swam, feeling the scarf tighten once more, and Christina realized that she could no longer breathe. She was completely at Donna's control. Perfect. That sweet rush of danger mingled perfectly with the ripples of euphoria that radiated through her until finally, just as Donna released her grasp on the scarf, Christina came like no other.
Breathing heavily, Christina slumped back against the seat. After a few seconds, her hand cupped the side of Donna's face, and she drew herself back up to her, kissing her in a slow, thankful way. She was the best thing that Christina had ever stolen. Even if it was only for the afternoon.
They still had plenty of time left, though, and Christina definitely felt she should repay Donna for that.