Jennifer sighed and rolled over on the pillows, enticing her girlfriend with the choice of either going to make the coffee or staying and slipping their new favourite toy inbetween her legs. No contest that morning. Jennifer had a bottom that sometimes caused a momentary lapse of distraction on occasion and Jill didn't think she was the only one who had that problem. She took advantage of the view at first, ran her nails lightly down the offered back, grinned at the arch, the throaty cry that enhanced it. Resting on her arms on either side, she concentrated on the task at hand, enjoying the balancing act of the pleasure she was giving the other woman with the rubbing against her own skin. She had strong arms, much to her advantage. Jennifer loved strong arms. She'd gotten to know Jennifer quite intimately by this point and vice versa. Jill would do a lot to keep the sight of Jennifer's breasts in sight and so took her instructions like a good girl, harder and faster she damn well would do, if only to keep Jennifer gasping and groaning through her words.
'We're doing that again' she stated, over the long-awaited mugs of coffee. Jennifer's lustful glance nearly made her spit out her coffee. That would never do.
'We're doing that every week.'
Jill couldn't wait.