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As Zoe's words hung in the air, Andrew's eyes seemed to darken, his pupils dilating with desire. He shifted closer, his face mere inches from Zoe's, his breath whispering against her skin. "More," he whispered, his voice a low, husky command. "Tell me more about Sophia's taste, about the way she sounded when she came."

Zoe's smile grew, her lips curling up in a slow, sensual curve. She leaned forward, her body arching off the couch, her breasts swaying gently. "You want more?" she asked, her voice husky with amusement. "Very well." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her words tantalizing.

Zoe's lips curled into a slow smile, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. She reached out a hand, her fingers tracing the curve of Andrew's jaw, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Her scent was intoxicating," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Zoe's words were like a match to a dry forest, igniting a fire within Andrew that threatened to consume him. He could feel himself growing harder, his cock straining begging for relief as he rose to his feet and drove his cock into Zoe, "More!" he pleaded wanting her to continue to fuel his fire.

Andrew's thrusts were relentless, driving deeper and harder with each stroke. Zoe's back arched off the couch, her body trembling with pleasure as she met him thrust for thrust. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Sophia was so loud," Zoe panted, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued. "She cried out my name, over and over again, as she came. It was like music to my ears."

Andrew slid into Zoe, she let out a deep, guttural moan, her body arching up to meet his thrusts. In the dim light of the room, their bodies were a tangle of limbs and pleasure, their movements wild and frenzied. Andrew's hands roamed over Zoe's body, exploring every curve and dip, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples, making her moans rise into the air like a symphony.

Zoe's eyes were wild, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure as she brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing it in time with Andrew's thrusts.

As Zoe's fingers danced across her clit, her moans grew louder, more insistent, and Andrew's thrusts became more frenzied, his body pounding against hers with a reckless abandon. The sound of their ragged breathing, the creaking of the couch, and the soft slapping of their skin against skin filled the air, a primal symphony that seemed to drive them both closer to the edge.

Andrew's hands closed around Zoe's hips, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pulled her closer, his cock driving deeper into her with each thrust.

Zoe continued, "And then, she let me take her to your bedroom, where I took her with a strap on, holding it deep inside her, feeling her muscles clenching around me, her body shaking with every thrust." As she spoke, her fingers moved faster on her clit, the friction building to a fever pitch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Andrew's eyes were fixed on hers, his expression intense, his body pistoning into hers with a ferocity that left her breathless as he whispered "yes" over and over, his lips brushing against her ear.

Zoe's fingers danced across her clit, teasing the tender flesh as she spoke. "She was so willing, so eager to please. I could see the desire burning in her eyes, the way her skin flushed with excitement." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.