Sarah wiped the kitchen counter with brisk strokes, her strong arms flexing under the thin tank top. The house was finally quiet enough for her to tackle the mess from breakfast. She hummed to herself, enjoying the rare solitude until footsteps echoed from the hallway.
"Sarah, darling, the laundry can wait," her husband Mark said, leaning against the doorframe with that familiar smirk. "I've been thinking about you all morning."
She turned, hands on her hips, eyes narrowing. "Mark, if you think I'm dropping everything for one of your quickies again, you're dreaming. I've got three loads to fold and the floors to mop."
"Come on, you're looking too good in those shorts. Just a quick one to take the edge off." He stepped closer, voice low and teasing. "Or are you afraid you can't handle it?"
Sarah laughed sharply, stepping into his space without backing down. "Handle it? Please. I could have you begging in two minutes flat. But make it fast, and no whining when I kick you out after." Her fingers hooked his belt, pulling him in as the tension crackled between them.
They moved to the living room couch, clothes shedding in a rush. Mark's hands roamed her curves while she stayed in control, pushing him down. "On your back," she ordered with a grin. "I'm horny too, but this is on my terms." She straddled him, feeling his cock grow hard against her thigh.
"God, you're wet already," he panted, fingers sliding between her legs to find her dripping pussy. Sarah moaned softly but kept the witty edge. "That's from the workout of ignoring your hints all week. Now shut up and use that mouth for something useful."
She shifted, guiding his cock into her wet pussy with a slow grind that made them both gasp. The rhythm built fast, her strong thighs working as she rode him, ass bouncing with each thrust. Sweat beaded on her skin, dripping down her back while Mark gripped her hips. "Fuck, Sarah, your pussy feels incredible," he groaned.
"Less talking, more fucking," she shot back, leaning forward to kiss him hard. Her pace quickened, the slap of skin filling the room as she chased her pleasure without submission. Mark came first with a shuddering cry, cum pulsing deep inside her, but she kept moving until her own orgasm hit, leaving her panting and satisfied.
She climbed off, already reaching for her shorts. "There, quickie delivered. Now get out of my way so I can finish the dusting."
The doorbell rang just as she straightened the pillows, hinting at the next interruption waiting beyond the door.
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