Santana takes care of Quinn

Quinn shivered at the tender touch. She turned her face, capturing Santana's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, Quinn felt her earlier nervousness melt away, replaced by a burning desire. She pulled back, breathless.

"Make me forget everything but you, San," Quinn whispered.

Santana growled low in her throat, her cock twitching at Quinn's words. She reached for the hem of Quinn's nightgown, slowly pulling it up and over her head. Quinn raised her arms, allowing Santana to undress her.

As Quinn's nightgown fell to the floor, Santana's eyes raked hungrily over her girlfriend's newly exposed skin. The blonde's pale body glowed in the moonlight streaming through the window, her breasts heaving with each breath.

"God, you're beautiful," Santana murmured, her hands coming up to cup Quinn's face. She pulled her in for another deep kiss, lowering Quinn onto her back on the bed.

Quinn moaned softly as Santana's body pressed against hers, the Latina's hard cock rubbing against her thigh. She ran her hands down Santana's back, marveling at the smooth warmth of her skin. Santana trailed kisses along Quinn's jaw and down her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point. Quinn gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"San, please,"

Santana smiled against Quinn's skin, loving the breathy pleas falling from her girlfriend's lips. She kissed her way down Quinn's chest, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts. As she swirled her tongue around a hardened nipple, Santana's hand trailed lower, ghosting over Quinn's taut stomach. Quinn whimpered, her body arching into Santana's touch. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for more. Santana obliged, her fingers dipping between Quinn's thighs to find her already slick with arousal.

"So wet for me already, baby," Santana husked, slowly circling Quinn's clit.

Quinn bit her lip to stifle a moan, remembering her father downstairs. Santana noticed and kissed her deeply, swallowing Quinn's sounds of pleasure as she slipped a finger inside her tight heat. Quinn gasped into the kiss, her hips rocking against Santana's hand.

"More," Quinn pleaded breathlessly as they broke apart.

Santana added a second finger, slowly pumping in and out as her thumb circled Quinn's clit. She curled her fingers, searching for that spot that would make Quinn see stars. When Quinn's back arched sharply off the bed, Santana knew she'd found it.

"Right there, San," Quinn panted, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't stop."

Santana increased her pace, her fingers working Quinn higher and higher. She could feel Quinn's walls starting to flutter around her fingers. "That's it baby, cum for me," Santana encouraged.