It took an effort to focus in again, but Zipporah could feel Sabre's desire and the way he pulled her against him had the lingering tingles of pleasure growing back into an ache of need, and the firm thrust and pushed his length into her creamy cunt and her mouth down to the base of Mora's cock had her hips rolling needily again.  The promises to take her ass made her shudder with a pleasant mix of anticipation and nerves, looking up Mora's body at him and glancing at Mark, jolting as he slapped her pink cheek and tilting slightly into the kiss with her mouth still working over Mora's shaft.<br/><br/>She took a breath through her nose and the pushed down again, gagging slightly but not pulling back as the tip of her tongue stroked underneath the man's cock, watering eyes on Mora's face as she tried to gauge his pleasure through Sabre's rocking into her cunt.  She clenched down hard, giving him more resistance to shove through, slick walls grabbing at the length of his rod.  The sensations were intense, and she had a fraction of a second to marvel at how she had gotten here, on the floor and being driven back and forth between two men while two more watched, waiting to recover.<br/><br/>The words each was saying sent thrills through her, though she could only moan and whimper in response.  Even if she had been physically able to speak, she had lost track of words a while ago, arching under her Master's praise like a cat getting stroked, tracking through the wash of sound that had her squirming in place for orders and direction.  She heard something about moving, something about serving, but it was all more distant than the immediate encouragement to keep rolling back into Sabre's thrusts, the enjoyment of the way her mouth was sliding over his heavy shaft that she saw on Mora's face.