At first the talk of money changing hands for a night with her had Zipporah's cheeks flushing, but the flush was accompanied by a hard clench of the slick, tight walls of her cunt around Daelen's shaft and harder, more eager sucking even as the head of Sabre's cock pressed into the back of her throat and made her eyes water as she choked lightly.  She pressed her chest out as Mark pulled her breasts free of her dress, the heat of his cock gliding over their curves, up over her pebbled nipple, made her arch and moan louder when Sabre's cock was far enough out of her throat for her to breathe.  She had two hands free, and while her thumb was sliding through the slick, clear precum on the head of Mora's cock between luxuriant strokes over the length of him, the other was pushing down into his pants, her fingertips teasing over his heavy sac, wanting to draw out a little more for her to taste before she switched her mouth to him.<br/><br/>The conversation and the free use the men were making of her body had her drenched with cream, and she knew that if her mouth weren't full she would be whimpering and filling the room with gasps and moans.  As it was, she couldn't resist making muffled noises of delight every time she could, lips and tongue vibrating with them.  She tilted her head slightly into Sabre's touch, eyes closing happily at the gentleness of it, a delicious counterpoint to the rest of the conversation and the expectation that she give every man there pleasure.