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She quickly turns herself over and buries her face into the couch cushion. Rubbing her check along the material of his shirt, she kisses his neck. Mark is nearing the limits of his own stamina at this point. I could put a collar around that delicate little neck and chain you up like a dog. Mark pauses, watching her reaction, and smiles deviously at this new development. “Yes,” Sarah says quietly. “You need my big strong hands on your tits, don’t you.” It’s not a question, and Sarah doesn’t answer it. “I could lick my finger and stick it in your ear, swirl it around. “Is that what you want?” Mark says. Bending over Sarah’s back, Mark grabs her tits from behind and kisses along the back of her neck, beginning to thrust as he does so.
