Sara's hands wander the curves of Nat's body, her lips continuing to press kisses and suckle at her breasts. It's a strange kind of nostalgia, the muscle memory coming back after all these years - what spots made her moan the most, what moves made her the wettest.

Shedding the lacy top of her outfit, she tosses it over the side of the bed, leaving her in the underwear and stockings. She spreads her legs for Nat, instinctively starting to grind her hips against her leg and glancing over to shoot James a grin.

"Mm, I can't wait to feel her again, too," she murmurs, hand threading through Nat's hair. "She knows just what to do with her tongue, doesn't she?"