Sarah leaned against her apartment door after the endless workday, her pulse racing as she texted Mike the invitation. "Long day at the office, coworker? My place is two blocks away—come over if you're not too tired for something more interesting than spreadsheets." Mike arrived with that familiar smirk, and she pulled him inside without preamble. "You know, Sarah, most people start with small talk," he quipped, but she shot back, "Small talk is for people who aren't already imagining my mouth on them. Drop the briefcase and let's see if that hard cock lives up to the rumors."
She didn't wait for his reply, sinking to her knees right there in the entryway and freeing him with confident hands. "Eager much?" Mike teased, but his breath hitched as she took him in. "Horny and wet doesn't begin to cover it after watching you all day," she murmured between strokes, her tongue working with deliberate skill. He groaned, fingers threading through her hair.
"Keep that up and I might not last for the main event," he warned, but Sarah laughed around him. "Who says you're in charge here?" His hands slid down to grab her ass firmly, pulling her closer as the heat built. They were both sweating now, panting in the dim light, her pussy dripping with anticipation while she focused on the blowjob.
Mike's grip tightened, his voice rough with wit. "You're dripping on the floor, Sarah—planning to mop later or just enjoy the mess?" She pulled back just enough to reply, "Only if you help clean it up with that tongue of yours later." The tension snapped as she stood, guiding him to the couch where clothes vanished in a flurry.
She straddled him with fierce control, riding the rhythm they built together, her wet heat enveloping his cock while he thrust up to meet her. Panting filled the room, bodies slick with sweat, her ass bouncing under his hands as she dictated the pace with sharp commands and playful jabs. "Harder, Mike—don't hold back like you do in meetings."
The climax hit hard; Mike came with a guttural cry, cum spilling everywhere across her skin and the cushions in hot pulses. Sarah followed moments later, strong and unyielding, her body clenching around him as they collapsed in satisfied exhaustion.
She traced a finger through the mess with a wicked grin, already plotting what came next. "Round one down—think you can handle my full agenda this weekend?"
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