<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara wanted to feel his rough hand play with her nipples, and used the hand not stroking her penis to clumsily undo her bra, switching hands in order to removed the straps as Marcus stopped to remove his shirt, the sight of his bare chest making Scara groan. Her hands was now wrapped fully around her cock as she pumped it, wishing there was more that could be done to it. Suddenly Scara felt herself get lifted up by her hips and Marcus' vibrating against her clit as he moaned against her. <br/>
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"Oh please more, I-I want more, deeper, faster, harder." Her brain was mush, words failing to really come out properly. "Tongue-amaz-ah!" Scara wanted to do something to please him, but at the moment couldn't even remember how to move. She had bought the time of many a trained professional to do exactly what he was doing but none matched his expertise. His wonderful slick tongue was all over her womanhood, even sucking to deal more damage.</span>