Sarah spotted Jake the second he walked through the front door. Her son was gone for the weekend, and she had told Jake to swing by and grab the spare key he needed. The second the door clicked shut behind him she knew exactly what she wanted. No small talk. She grabbed the front of his shirt, yanked him close, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Jake froze for half a second then groaned and grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing hard.
“Fuck, Mrs.
Miller,” he muttered against her lips.
“Call me Sarah and shut up,” she said. She dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, yanked his shorts down, and swallowed his cock in one wet slide. He was already rock hard. She sucked him deep, gagging on purpose, spit running down her chin while she looked up at him. Jake’s hands went to her hair, hips jerking forward. She pulled off long enough to say, “You’re gonna fuck me stupid today,” then went right back to work, slurping and stroking him with both hands.
She stood up, stripped her tank top off, and let her big tits bounce free. No bra. Jake stared. Sarah grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs. “Feel how wet I am already?” His fingers slid through her shaved pussy lips and came away shiny. She licked them clean, then turned and walked toward the living room, ass swaying.
Jake followed like he was hypnotized. Sarah bent over the arm of the couch, reached back, and spread her cheeks. “Get in there and eat it.” Jake dropped behind her and buried his face between her thighs, tongue lapping at her cunt and asshole like he was starving. Sarah moaned loud and filthy, pushing back against his mouth. “That’s it, eat that pussy. Get it ready for your cock.”
When she was dripping down her thighs she straightened up, spun around, and pushed him onto the couch. She climbed on, lined his cock up, and sank down in one hard drop. They both cursed. Sarah rode him fast and rough, tits bouncing in his face. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she growled. Jake thrust up to meet her, grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto his cock again and again.
She climbed off, turned around, and took him in reverse, leaning forward so he could watch his dick disappear into her. “Spank that ass,” she ordered. He did, hard, leaving red handprints while she bounced. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit, coming hard around his cock, pussy pulsing and squeezing him.
She didn’t give him time to catch his breath. She pulled off, spun, and shoved him onto his back on the floor. Straddling his face, she lowered her soaked cunt onto his mouth while she leaned forward and sucked his cock again in a sloppy sixty-nine. They stayed like that until her thighs shook from another orgasm.
Then she wanted it deeper. She got on all fours on the living room rug and told him to fuck her like a whore. Jake knelt behind her and drove in balls-deep on the first thrust. He pounded her, one hand in her hair, the other smacking her ass. Sarah reached back and spread herself wider. “Deeper. Wreck that pussy.” He did, changing angles until she was screaming into the carpet.
They moved to the kitchen next. Sarah hopped onto the counter and spread her legs. Jake fucked her standing up, her heels digging into his back while he hammered her. She came again, squirting a little down his thighs. He pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the sink, fucking her from behind while she watched their reflection in the window.
When he was close she dropped to her knees again and jerked him off onto her tits, mouth open, catching what she could. Thick ropes painted her chest and neck. Sarah rubbed it into her skin, then sucked the last drops from his cock, looking up at him with dirty satisfaction.
They didn’t stop there. An hour later she had him on her bed, riding him slow and deep while she told him exactly how she wanted his cum inside her next time. Jake flipped her onto her stomach, pinned her wrists, and fucked her prone until she came again, then filled her pussy with a long, pulsing load.
Afterward she lay there, legs spread, his cum leaking out of her, and smiled. “My son’s not back till Sunday. You’re coming over again tomorrow.” Jake just nodded, already half-hard again. Sarah reached down, scooped up some of his cum, and licked it off her fingers. “Good boy.”
