What happens next

Sara wants some

Sara's lips parted with a hungry gasp as she lowered her mouth toward Nate's cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead of precum glistening at the tip. Zari's fingers tightened around his shaft in time with Sara's descent, their movements syncing perfectly as Sara took him deep, her nose brushing Zari's knuckles. A ragged moan tore from Nate's throat, his hips jerking forward as Sara hollowed her cheeks, the wet heat of her mouth drawing him deeper with each suck.

Zari could feel the thick vein pulsing beneath her palm, the way his muscles tensed when Sara's teeth grazed just right.

Amaya’s hips stilled for a breathless moment as she pulled out of Sara with a slick, deliberate drag, the harness straps creaking as she stepped back. Sara shuddered at the sudden emptiness, her fingers digging harder into Zari’s thighs—until Amaya grabbed Nate’s jaw and crushed her mouth against his. Their kiss was all teeth and shared moans, Amaya’s tongue sweeping possessively over his as her hands slid down to grip the base of his cock, still wet from Sara’s mouth.

Zari whimpered at the loss of contact, her thighs trembling where Sara still knelt between them.

Sara takes his dick even farther this time speeding up her method.

"Ohhhh fuck yes Sara." Moaned Nate as Sara kept sucking not even for a breath