<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Scara was moaning a little when Marcus spoke, her oil soaked body spinning around underneath Tamara own body.  She smiled widely at her conqueror as she watched his eyes take in her body. It was amazing how just his eyes made her horny now, and Tamara blushed heavily as she felt Scara's member under her pussy now that Scara had turned her body over. This was something that had happened a lot with the two back when they worked together, but they had never been together, and Scara had never thought of it that way, at least that was what Tamara had thought.<br/>
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Then an idea popped into the blonde's head. With a wicked grin, she hopped up and strutted over to Marcus, pushing herself up against him. "Hi, my name is Tamara. You must be the almighty Marcus. Scara told me all about you." She bit her lip, and pushed her hips into Marcus's, Scara shooting daggers at her friend. Marcus would not be allowed to be with Scara's best friend before even she could. How dare Tamara, after all the teasing and flirtation, leave for him the second he arrived. No, for the first time since they had met, Scara would show her what being pleased truly felt like. Scara growled before standing up and heading for the two in her doorway.</span></span></span>