A finger will do nicely

Your ears are filled with the sounds of Sara's pants and moans as you lick and tongue-fuck Sara's little asshole, strands of saliva making their way inside of her. Sara is barely able to keep herself in doggy. Beads of cum and pussy juice hand from her slit—Sara is literally dripping.

"God that's so good! I love your tongue in my ass! But I still want moooorrree!"

You reach your hand to Sara's cunt, wetting you fingertip between the plump lips of her pussy. For a moment you rub her protruding clit with small, rapid pulses. Sara's gasps seem to come closer together. But when it seems like she might be close you back away from her clit.

"Not yet," you say with a smile. Your hand come to the outside of her hips and in a smooth motion you flip her over.

Sara lies on her back on your bed, her hard nipples pointing skyward and her pussy inviting you in. You lower your head to her pussy. Your tongue traces the little goosebumps on her pink pussy lips, until you reach her clit. You gently suck on it.

"Please..." Sara moans. "I need..." Sara can't even make full sentences.

You slide your finger into Sara's ass, just a little at first, then deeper, opening her sphincter little by little. It pulses in a way that is obscenely erotic. When Sara's ass gets used to your finger you hear a slight, whimpered "Yes!" and your finger seems to be sucked in. As if Sara's ass is eager to be penetrated. As if Sara's ass wants more. You fuck your single finger as deep as you can.

Sara's breathing is ragged now.

As quickly as you can, you use some of Sara's cum to wet a second finger. You pull your finger nearly all the way from Sara's ass, just the tip still inside her, then push two fingers together so that Sara's ass gapes to take more.

Your fingers slide in and out of Sara's ass and you go back to work on her pussy. Sara breathes rapid and shallow, cut with unthinking soft moans. You have the thought that she might be marrying James, but she loves sex with you. The thought that she needs sex with you and not him makes your cock even harder.

Sara's climax approaches. You suck hard on her clit—how you know she likes in these moments—and push your fingers in and out of Sara's ass. You thumb is just long enough to reach the opening of Sara's pussy, and you press it against the still-open space. The tip pops into her and Sara seems to lose control of her body.

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEE FUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK!" Sara cries. As Sara comes, you finger-fuck both of Sara's holes in rhythm with the spasms that are overtaking her body.

At last Sara sighs deeply and her head rolls to one side. You slowly withdraw your fingers. Sara's holes are an erotic mess of your combined sweat, the cum you left in her outside the bar, her cunt juice, and your spit.

"What am I going to do with you?" Sara sighs contentedly. You climb onto the bed and Sara squirms into your arms.

"I can think of a few things," you say.

"Like what?" Sara asks.

"Well, I'm still hard for you," you tell her.

"For me?" Sara says with mock innocence.

You spend a few minutes like that, caressing each other, kissing, touching the bodies that you both know so well.

"Do you have lube?" Sara asks suddenly. You nod. "Get it," Sara says.