Have a conversation with Sarah

After a while, we were all catching our breath, covered in sweat and cum. Bill was taking the sperm from Sarah's gaping ass with his fingers and was feeding it to her mouth, making her lick his fingers clean. He was trying to claim her as his own, but I knew that Sarah was a wild one, and no one could truly possess her. She was a free spirit, always seeking new experiences and adventures, and that's what drew me to her in the first place. But then something unexpected happened. Sarah rejected Bill's claim on her, saying that she wasn't his. At first, I thought it was just another one of her games, but then she got up and walked away. I couldn't resist the temptation to follow her, to see what was going on in her mind.

We ended up back on the beach, alone in the night. The sea was calm and the stars were shining brightly above us. Sarah's hair was a tangled mess, her body marked with bruises and bite marks. But she was still stunning, with her curves and firm breasts. I watched her as she stood in the shallow waters, her body illuminated by the moonlight. We jumped into the water, washing off the sweat and the cum from the orgy. Then we stood in shallow waters, facing each other, as I asked her "Why?" Sarah looked at me, her eyes searching for answers. "Because I was jealous and scared," she admitted. "I was afraid that the other girls were going to steal you away from me." I couldn't help but smile. I never thought that Sarah could be jealous of anyone, let alone the other girls. But I guess I was wrong. And then I asked her the question that had been on my mind ever since the orgy began. "And you thought that taking every dick you found would help?" I said it with a hint of sarcasm, but deep down I was genuinely curious. Sarah was silent for a moment, contemplating her answer. Then she spoke softly, almost whispering. "I don't know. I just... I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted to feel desired. I wanted to make you jealous too." I took a step closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. "Who do you belong to?" I said, my voice low and rough. Sarah looked at me, her eyes wide with fear and longing. "To you," she whispered. "I belong to you." I wasn't convinced. "I don't believe you," I said, challenging her.

And then she surprised me once again. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me close, pressing her lips against mine in a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring every corner of my mouth. I could feel her body pressed against mine, her nipples hard against my chest. I broke the kiss, gasping for air. "What was that for?" I said, still in shock. "For you to believe me," she replied, a mischievous grin on her face. "I'm all yours, John. You don't have to worry about anyone else."

I was silent for a moment before I grabbed her, my lips crushing hers in a passionate kiss. Sarah moaned into my mouth, her body trembling with desire. I held her tightly, my hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and crevice. We were alone on the beach, with nothing but the sound of the waves and our own moans to break the silence. I pulled away from her, my eyes dark with lust. "You want to belong to me?" I asked, my voice low and commanding. Sarah nodded, her body on fire with desire. "Yes," she breathed. "I want to belong to you." I smiled, my hand reaching down to touch her pussy. I felt how wet she was, and how she was ready for me. I pulled her towards me, my cock hard and ready. Sarah moaned as I entered her, my hands holding her tightly as I fucked her hard and fast. We were both lost in pleasure, our bodies moving in sync with the waves. As we both reached climax, I held her tightly, my body shaking with pleasure. Sarah screamed my name, her body convulsing in pleasure. We collapsed onto the sand, our bodies spent and satisfied. I looked at her, my eyes filled with possessiveness. "You are mine now," I said. "And I'll never let you go."

As I lay there with Sarah in my arms, our bodies still wet from the salty sea water, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all the drama and chaos of the past few hours, we had finally made amends. I looked over at Lexi, who was standing a few feet away, a sly grin on her face. "I knew you two would make up. You have that rare chemistry," Lexi said, breaking the silence. Sarah asked, "How did you come to that conclusion? When I was telling you about it you doubted me." "I finally understand because I experienced it for myself," Lexi said, smirking.

We all laughed and hugged, the tension from before finally dissipating. We went inside the tent, where we spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies. It was passionate, intimate, and raw. We all knew that this would be our last night together, and we wanted to make it count.