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asked as he straightened behind her. “Can you meet his hand?”
    Sarah moved her mouth lower. Dmitry’s groans became louder as she sucked harder. God, she felt like she could come just doing this.
    Dastan slapped his hand across her ass, and Sarah squealed in surprise. A tremor of lust snaked up her back, and she removed her mouth from Dmitry’s cock. The sting of the slap intensified her desire. She’d always liked being spanked, but now it… She wasn’t sure how to describe how she felt now.
    Dastan slapped her again. Sarah moaned at the sensation that sting sent through her pussy. Opening her lips, she again engulfed Dmitry’s cock with her mouth. She sucked hard, wanting to get him off so that she could get Dastan inside her. She rocked her hips back in silent invitation for Dastan to touch her, but he kept his hands on her ass instead, gently massaging where he’d slapped.
    Dmitry hissed when she scraped her teeth over the head of his cock. Dmitry growled low in his chest. “Mmm, that’s it.”
    Sarah kept doing it, sucking harder each time she worked her lips back up to the tip. He was close, and so was she. Dastan wasn’t doing anything more than rubbing her ass and thighs. He wasn’t touching her pussy, but to her he might as well be.
    Another smack hit her left ass cheek, and she hummed with pleasure around Dmitry’s cock. His answering moan was all the encouragement she needed to continue.
    Dmitry murmured something in Russian just seconds before losing himself in Sarah’s mouth. She swallowed his warm, salty cum, making sure to get every drop that spurted from his throbbing rod.
    At that moment, Dastan thrust his cock inside her from behind. She shattered instantly, shocked at the tight feeling as his cock stretched her walls. He didn’t move; he just held himself deep inside as the channel of her pussy sucked at his shaft.
    Wave after wave of release washed over her. She moved her hips back, forcing him deeper. His balls rubbed against her labia; the hairs on his thighs brushed over hers. His hands held her hips still as he pressed even deeper, giving her what she silently begged for.
    “Ah, that feels good,” Dastan sighed.
    She was amazed she’d taken all of him, but the incredible sensation of being filled so completely overrode any shock and replaced it with another hunger that nearly made her insane.
    Dastan reached around and cupped her breasts. He gave them a squeeze as he pulled her up so that her back was to his chest. She felt sated but at the same time still so turned on. She wiggled her hips, and Dastan dropped his hands to her hips.
    “Hold still, princess,” he purred. “Dmitry still isn’t done with you yet.”
    Sarah moaned and put her hands over Dastan’s. She didn’t understand. Dastan was inside her. What was he waiting on? Why wasn’t he fucking her blind?
    “I need…” She swallowed and tried to grind her hips backward.
    “I know what you need,” Dastan whispered. “And trust me, I need it too.”
    “Then do it,” she moaned. She moved Dastan’s hand over her tingling clit. “Please, Dastan.”
    “How can you say no to that, Das?” Dmitry asked softly as he stood back, watching them.
    His cock was still hard, the head still moist and engorged. Just like her, his release hadn’t been enough. He needed more, and so did she.
    “Fuck her so I can,” Dmitry commanded in a deep growl.
    Dastan released his hold on her hips, and Sarah eagerly dropped forward to her hands. Dastan’s thrusts started slow. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in slowly, letting her feel every inch of his length as it swelled inside her. Her walls were stretched so tight, she could even feel his heartbeat. Could he feel hers? Could he feel how her walls tightened and quivered around him?
    Surely he could.
    He pulled almost out, then shoved himself back in hard. Sarah gasped, then moaned as he did it again. Over and over, he pumped into her, filling her, stretching