Sarah leaned against the kitchen counter, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her husband’s old friend Mike poured another round of drinks. “You always did have a way of showing up at the worst times,” she teased, her voice laced with wit. “Or the best, depending on who’s asking.” Mike grinned, firing back, “And you always had the sharpest tongue in the room—careful, or I might put it to better use.” Her husband chuckled from the living room, oblivious, before announcing he needed to run out for more ice. The door clicked shut, and the air thickened. Sarah stepped closer, her fingers tracing Mike’s arm. “Horny already? I can feel how hard you are just from that look.” Mike swallowed, but she didn’t wait, dropping to her knees and freeing his cock, taking him in a slow, deliberate blowjob that had him panting. She stood, pushing him onto the couch, her wet pussy dripping as she straddled him, guiding his hard length inside her with a wicked smile. “My ass looks better from this angle, doesn’t it?” she quipped, riding him with fierce control, their bodies sweating and grinding until she came hard, his cum spilling deep. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts racing. “This changes everything,” she whispered, already plotting the next move.
Little did Mike know, Sarah had no intention of stopping at one stolen night.
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