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As I was about to leave, Mark grabbed my hand and guided it to Sarah’s small, firm boobs. He knew all too well about my attraction to her and our previous encounters. Sarah moaned softly, arching her back to meet my touch. I couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned in, my lips closing around her nipple, sucking gently.
Mark shifted, giving me room to explore Sarah’s body. I played with her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands, relishing the soft moans escaping her lips. She responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.
Bent over, completely immersed in pleasuring Sarah, I felt Mark move behind me. His hands grasped my hips, and before I could react, he pushed himself deep inside me with a powerful thrust. I gasped, my mouth still on Sarah’s breast, the sudden invasion sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
Mark’s pace was slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. I continued to suck and lick Sarah’s nipples, her moans growing louder and more desperate. The room was filled with the sounds of our collective pleasure, a symphony of moans, gasps, and wet, rhythmic slaps.
Mark’s grip on my hips tightened, and his thrusts grew more forceful, each one driving me closer to the edge. I was a writhing mess, torn between the pleasure of Mark’s cock filling me and the ecstasy of Sarah’s soft, sweet tits in my mouth.
Sarah’s hands roamed over my body, her fingers brushing against my breasts and…
