The tension was there and Clementine didn't know why it was different, on a regular day she would have been able to keep her desires under control but there was something different this time.
It was a rush of desire, her heart was pounding because she did want to fuck Sam and she was tired of pretending that she didn't.
But she wasn't the only one that felt the shift in the air, Sam was well aware of what was going on, he wasn't a stranger when it came to these situations.
"Clementine, do you want to fuck me?" Sam asked bluntly, he was straight to the mind and Clementine nearly choked on her saliva.
She knew that Sam liked rattling her but the look in his eyes told her otherwise.
She gulped, thinking long and hard about her next response because she had fantasized about this very moment for months on end.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had touched herself to the thought.
