Looking between Sabre and Mora for permission, her hands came up, lightly stroking up their inner thighs and over the hard, hot bulges under their slacks, teasing them even with her mouth full of Daelen's cock.  It was hard to focus with Mark's bare shaft next to her face and she paused for a moment, freeing up the hand that had been teasing Mora to stroke her hand over Daelen's shaft, slick with her saliva, while she turned her head and flicked the tip of her hot tongue over the head of Mark's cock.  Daelen's words had her blushing bright pink, but the blush was accompanied by a growing wetness between her thighs that made her squirm in place on her knees.  The harsh words and the press of bodies, the masculine scents in the air, had her frankly dripping on the floor and as she teasingly wrapped her lips around the head of Mark's cock for a moment she heard herself moaning with enjoyment.