Sarah moved closer, her cheeks still flushed from watching Andrey and Morgana. A flicker of shyness softened her gaze, but beneath it lay a quiet, unwavering determination. She straddled his lap, the red lace of her panties already pushed aside, and lowered herself until the heat of her pressed against him.
"My turn…" she whispered, the words barely more than a breath.
Slowly, she sank down, guiding him to her entrance. A soft, trembling moan escaped her lips as she took him in, her tight, slick heat stretching to accommodate every inch.
"Ahh… it's so big…" she breathed, her body quivering as she adjusted to the fullness of him.
A low groan rumbled in Andrey's chest. His hands rose to her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her nipples as she began to move. Sarah's hips rolled with growing confidence, each rise and fall drawing a sweeter, more desperate moan from her parted lips.
