Sarah lounged on her couch, home alone on a lazy Friday night, when the doorbell shattered the silence. She opened it to find her cocky neighbor, Mark, holding a misplaced package. "Lost again, or just looking for an excuse to bother me?" she quipped, arms crossed. Mark smirked, "With you home alone, who could resist? Your wit's sharper than my excuses." She invited him in with a raised eyebrow, tension crackling as their banter flew. "Admit it, Sarah, you've been thinking about this," he said. "Thinking? More like plotting how I'd handle your ego," she fired back, stepping closer.
The air thickened with flirtation, her strong gaze locking his as she leaned in. "You're horny already, aren't you?" Mark teased. Sarah laughed, pushing him against the wall. "Only if your cock's as hard as your lines." Clothes shed in a rush, her hands exploring while dialogue sparked: "This pussy's wet and dripping for you, but don't think you're in charge." Mark groaned, "Blowjob first?" She dropped to her knees, taking him deep with witty retorts between strokes.
Sweating and panting, they tumbled to the floor. Sarah straddled him, guiding his hard cock into her dripping pussy, riding with fierce control. "Fuck, your ass looks perfect from here," he panted. She came first, clenching around him, then milked his cum with expert moves until he followed. Their bodies glistened in the aftermath, witty laughs echoing.
But as they caught their breath, Sarah whispered, "Round two might involve that package you brought—and whatever else walks through my door next."
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