Events of the night.
"What are you doing?" Freya asked after lifting her head to check what was causing Alana's delay in laying down.
"I'm removing my clothes." Alana said, looking at Freya curiously as if she was retarded.
Freya's heartbeat raced. "What's the need for that?" She sat up on the bed, staring at the witch who was halfway done.
It was already a challenge to have Alana in the same room with her knowing of the things she had done to the girl just a few hours ago in her head.
It had been a while since her last sexual escapade and she desperately had the slightest clue how to control her body while a woman as sexy as Alana was laying right next to her, naked.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me? Your clothes are off your body," Alana glared at her.