"She sure is," he replies. In point of fact Natasha is dripping down his hand from the moment he starts sliding his fingers over her pussy. Memories flood his brain, giving him the strange, delightful sensation of exploring her body but feeling it as familiar at the same time.

When Natasha moans her plea, he looks up at Sara while letting his fingers circle the redhead's clit, just to push her pleasure a little further.

"Should I give her what she wants?" His mouth is watering with the idea, but he still wants that confirmation.