Sarah stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her with a satisfying click. She let her clothes fall to the floor in a heap, kicking them to the side as she made her way to the shower. The warm water hit her skin, and she sighed, letting the tension of the day melt away.
She reached for the soap, running it over her breasts. Her mind wandered to Mark, the man she'd been seeing for the past few months. He was strong, confident, and knew exactly how to make her body sing. She closed her eyes, imagining his hands on her, touching her in all the right places.
The soap slid down her stomach, between her legs. She moaned, thinking about Mark's thick cock. She imagined him knocking on the bathroom door, his voice low and husky. "Sarah, let me in."
She opened her eyes, half expecting to see him standing there. But of course, he wasn't. She laughed at herself, shaking her head. "Get it together, Sarah," she muttered.
But she couldn't help it. She wanted Mark, and she wanted him now. She continued to touch herself, imagining his hands on her body. Her moans grew louder, her fingers moving faster.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She froze, her heart racing. "Who is it?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly.
"It's me," came the reply. Mark's voice, low and husky. Sarah felt a surge of desire.
She opened the shower door, stepping out onto the bath mat. She looked at Mark, her eyes blazing. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mark grinned, stepping into the bathroom. "I think you know," he said, his eyes dark with desire.
Sarah rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide her smile. She dropped to her knees, taking Mark's cock in her mouth. He groaned, tangling his hands in her hair. Sarah felt powerful, knowing she was making him pant and sweat.
She stood up, leading Mark to the bedroom. She bent over the bed, her ass in the air. Mark stepped forward, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. Sarah moaned, feeling him fill her up.
They fucked hard and deep, their bodies moving together. Sarah felt herself getting close, her muscles tensing. Mark came first, his cock twitching inside her. Sarah followed soon after, her body shaking with pleasure.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. Sarah smiled, feeling satisfied and relaxed. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said, her voice soft.
Mark grinned, kissing her forehead. "Count on it," he said.
Sarah fell asleep, dreaming of Mark and his thick cock. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger, and she loved it.
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