The Seductress #03

The heat's been building for months between Sara and Christian. One afternoon when his wife's gone, Sara decides she's done waiting. She pushes him up against the kitchen counter and his hands are under her dress before he can think twice about it. Christian flips her around, bends her over the marble, yanks her panties aside. His cock slides into her like he owns it, and maybe he does now. She moans his name while he fucks her hard enough that the barstools rattle. They tear through the living room next—her riding him on the couch, her tits bouncing in his face, his fingers digging into her ass. Then the hallway, against the wall, her leg hooked over his hip. Bedroom last, where he puts her on all fours and pounds her until she's shaking. Sweat soaks the sheets. Their breathing gets ragged. When they finally come, they stay tangled, slick and spent, the room thick with the smell of sex and the weight of everything they've done.