In the heart of the bustling city, Sarah lounged in her sleek apartment as Tom peeled off his shirt, the skyline glittering beyond the windows. Her pulse quickened at the sight, making her irresistibly horny. "Stripping already, Tom? Bold move for a man who claims he can handle my pace," she quipped, her eyes locked on him with unyielding confidence.
Tom grinned, shedding his pants to reveal his cock already hard and throbbing. "Handle it? Sarah, you're the one who'll be begging for mercy by the end." She laughed sharply, rising to circle him like a predator. "We'll see about that. Get comfortable—I'm not here to play nice."
Dropping to her knees with deliberate grace, Sarah wrapped her fingers around his cock and took him into her mouth for a sloppy blowjob, her tongue working with expert rhythm. Her pussy grew wet and dripping, arousal building as her ass swayed invitingly in the dim light. Both of them started sweating and panting, the air thick with tension.
"God, Sarah, that mouth of yours is lethal," Tom groaned, his hands threading through her hair. She pulled back just enough to retort, "Flattery won't save you. Focus on lasting longer than five minutes." Her words vibrated against him, heightening the heat as she resumed with fierce intensity.
Tom's breathing turned ragged, his body glistening. Sarah's own desire dripped down her thighs, but she stayed in control, gripping his thighs to guide the pace. "Don't you dare hold back now," she demanded between strokes, her voice laced with wit and command.
With a final thrust, Tom came hard, filling her mouth with cum as their bodies glistened from the intense encounter. Sarah swallowed with a satisfied smirk, wiping her lips as they both panted in the aftermath. "Not bad for round one," she murmured, already plotting her next move.
As they caught their breath amid the city's hum, Sarah's gaze promised far more heat to come.
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