The next time Natasha needs to pull her mouth off James' cock, it's only have because of the need for oxygen. The rest is thanks to Sara, whose fingers are sending screaming waves of pleasure through her. Gasping and panting, Natasha rolls her hips to meet Sara's fingers, the ones pushing into her pussy in one direction and the ones rubbing her clit in the other. "Fuck fuck fuck... Fuck, Sara, that's so fucking good..."

She meets James' eyes again and smiles before wrapping her lips around the first couple of inches then pumping the rest with her fist so she can concentrate on teasing the head with her teeth and tongue. Hearing Sara's question, she feels a spike of heat and quickens her pace. "Do it," she demands, opening her mouth and flattening her tongue under his cock.