"A whore when she wants, hm?" Sabre mused as she stroked him.  Leaning over in his seat while she sucked off Mark he blew hotly in her ear teasingly, wanting her even more tightly wound and coiled up around Daelen's cock.  "I should buy you for the night from Daelen someday.  Of course I'll be paying your good master pounding you back there, but I'm sure you'll work hard to earn him that money, won't you?"<br/><br/>Leaning back in his seat he threw back his glass and finished the last of his drink.  His blood was pumping fast now, and they were far beyond small tastes and a few drops to wet the tongue now, speaking of both alcohol and Zipporah.  Her groan set off another spark in Sabre's eyes, and another sudden bulge in his cock despite how full and large it was already in her hands.  Just then however he wondered if it'd actually burst when Zipporah traded Mark's cock at her lips for his own.  He wasn't exactly prepared for how hungry this girl really was as she did not even hesitate before wetting his crown and sucking in inch after inch.  Good thing he put his glass down or else he would have dropped it as he grasped hold of her hair and roughly guided himself in deep.<br/><br/>"Ohh, fuck," he heaved as he threw his head back.  It was useless controlling her - she hungrily drew him in and Daelen's thrusts forced her down even further.  She must have practiced a lot considering how well she handled his size.  Revering her form as she worked him Sabre traced a finger along her delicate jaw and down the side of her throat in a straight line.  "What a nice angle.  You can get really deep into her like this, huh?  Something tells me that's no mistake though - she loves a good spitroast doesn't she?" he asked Daelen while starting right in Zipporah's eyes while licking his lips.