Natasha looks over at the action on the screen and feels her pussy throb just remembering what it had felt like to scissor like that with Sara. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, otherwise she might just start ripping clothes and fucking whoever she lands on first.

Not that it sounds like a bad plan, it's just not the plan.

She arches her back to press her breast into Sara's hand. "Why make him choose? Let it play," Natasha says, pulling Sara up to her feet with her and leading the other woman to lay with her on the bed. The kissing starts again, this time in earnest, and it's Natasha's turn to start groping Sara's chest.