"Oh yeah..." Mark moaned out, still entranced by Sara's magical hand as it continued to pleasure him.
His eyes felt heavy and his head nearly melted into the back of the cushion as he spiraled in post orgasmic bliss. He could faintly hear Sara's voice as she lightly hummed to herself, thoroughly enjoying herself as she continued to play with his cock, smoothing and smearing his cum over his belly and massaging his balls.
He moaned a soft hum to her, coaxing her on, but Sara scarcely heard him; she was having too much fun as she played, examining every inch of Mark's manhood. Sara marveled at how soft and flexible his penis had become, after having been so hard and huge just a few minutes before.
And the smell; the smell of his sex was mysteriously alluring to her, so musky, so drawing, like some sort of aphrodisiac. She was in heaven, having this mysterious tool of her desires in her hand, feeling and exploring at her whim as if it were a gift right from Pandora's box. On and on Sara played in a nearly hypnotic trance, unaware that Mark was drifting off in bliss, falling asleep to the unending and erotic touch of her hand.
Sara heard her own
voice loudly in her ear as it was still pressed against Mark's bare chest,
"Mark...?"
She listened intently for him to reply but heard nothing. She'd been laying close to him, thinking about what they'd done and thinking of just how trusting Mark had been to offer himself for her enjoyment, when she decided she was ready. It was time for her to take a leap of faith in him and offer up something that she'd been thinking of constantly since that first time she'd seen him laying by the pool.
"Mark...?" She called out a little louder, but still heard nothing.
It was then, as she listened to the deep and slow breathing in his chest, that she realized Mark was asleep. She felt almost relieved at the thought, unsure if she actually had the courage to tell him, and was content to think for now of his words, "... you can do anything you like to me.."
Sara gently closed her eyes, and still holding her fancy, began to truly relax for the first time that evening.
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