“I don’t like it when you cry,” Dom told her honestly. “John let’s see if there is something we can do to help her forget the pain.” “There’s nothing you can – ” she began. She gasped. Dom’s thick fingers had found her clit. It was still working wonderfully. She moaned as he worked her gently at first but more boldly as she reacted to him. His cock hardened at how responsive she was to their slightest touch. Dom laid his lips against hers softly. He spread light, gentle kisses all over her face, whispering to her about how strong she was and how much they had missed her. He told her how they had been so scared of losing her, but they should have known better. She couldn’t leave them, like they couldn’t leave her. As the two of them kissed, John rained kisses down her back. His fingers took over from Dom’s. He entered Sofia from behind, burying his calloused fingers inside her, causing her to cry out. Dom swallowed her cry as he kissed her. John leisurely moved in and out of her, letting her wetness and passion build slowly. He passed over her swollen clit several times, giving her a taste of sexual hunger.
