It turns out Sasha wants to return the favor.

Your eyes flicker open out of annoyance, wondering where she might be going, but before you can really get a look at where she was at, you feel your entirely mid-section begin to tingle in response to the feeling of a finger slowly sliding into your clit.

Your eyes wide and inquisitive, you look down at Sasha, who has shed the hat on her head, and slid onto the floor in front of you. You had decided against wearing underwear, as you were entirely certain they would only get ripped or thrown around anyway, and the position you'd been siting in had allowed Sasha perfect leverage to take advantage of you.

With a shy look, but a confident smile, she wasted no time and started to tease the outside of your most sensitive spot. You're immediate reaction is to stop her, but the moment she starts to move, the feeling of her fingers on you stops you just short. Your hands clutch on the edge of the couch as she suddenly slides one of her fingers in, causing a surprised moan to escape you.

Sasha goes to work and the feeling of pleasure, soaked with a strange amount of internal struggle you couldn't quite place or care about in that moment, was enough to **** you back into your seat, huffing in pleasure. Her fingers were so nimble and experienced that you're entirely caught off guard. Your hand moves first to yourself, stimulating your clit as she goes to work. Within a few moments, however, even that stops as she slides another finger in, causing an audible scream of approval to escape you, forcing your hand from yourself, to the back of her head.

In the throws of your own enjoyment, any sense of bitchiness you might've mysteriously had for Sasha beforehand, whether they be real feelings or something left over from this strange spell you were under, it didn't matter. You were entirely taken... but for the first time since you'd come into this body, you were willing to take the lead.

Using your head to push the back of her head into you, you wait for the sweet release of her _truly _returning the favor. As soon as the feeling of her mouth meeting your most sensitive spot hits you, you let out an uncontrollable moan, and it only worsens when a tongue sinks within. One hand of hers manages to reach up and around to your clit, while she furiously works the inner folds of you, her tongue moving and vibrating with every motion.

You're unable to contain yourself. You're body is writhing with every movement, and your hand is clutching the back of Sasha's hair as you listen to her egg you on to a climax with only the sounds of her grunts. Quickly, your voice escalates again and again, until that white-hot release takes your vision and you finally reach a long, dizzying climax.

When your vision comes too again, you're greeted with the view of a sweating, yet smirking, vision of Sasha, leaning back on the carpet, breathing heavily. She's unbuttoned her own shirt, and you could see her breasts rising and falling with each breath. As your eyes meet, she let's out a little giggle.

"Sorry, uh... I figured I'd square us up." She responds, a blush upon her face, but a playful, goading smirk crossing her features.