John's apartment was the epitome of bachelor living - a haphazard arrangement of furniture, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, and a general air of neglect. But John didn't mind. He was comfortable in his mess, and he had no one to answer to but himself.
As he sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, he stumbled upon a particularly enticing photo of his friend Sarah. She was wearing a tight dress that accentuated every curve of her body, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. John couldn't help but stare.
He was so engrossed in the photo that he didn't hear Sarah enter the apartment. It wasn't until she cleared her throat that he looked up, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Like what you see, perv?" Sarah asked, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
John stuttered, trying to come up with a believable excuse for why he was looking at her photo. But Sarah wasn't having it. She raised an eyebrow and took a seat next to him on the couch.
"Don't stop on my account," she said, nodding towards his phone.
John hesitated for a moment before continuing to scroll through Sarah's photos. He couldn't deny the effect she had on him. With every photo, his arousal grew stronger.
Sarah noticed the bulge in his pants and grinned. "Having a little trouble there, big guy?" she asked.
John was too embarrassed to respond. Sarah, however, had no such qualms. She took his hand and placed it on his crotch.
"Let me help you out," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Sarah began to instruct John on how to jerk off. She demonstrated with her own hand, moving it up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Like this," she said. "A little faster, a little slower. Yeah, just like that."
John's arousal grew stronger with every word she spoke. He was putty in her hands, and he knew it.
Sarah continued to tease him, her words and her body driving him wild. "You like that, don't you? You like looking at my pictures while you jerk off."
John was getting closer to cumming. Sarah could tell, and she grinned. "Almost there, huh? Don't hold back. Cum for me."
John couldn't hold back any longer. He cummed, moaning Sarah's name. Sarah chuckled and patted him on the head. "Good boy," she said.
Sarah got up and headed towards the door. "Don't forget to clean up," she said before leaving.
John was left sitting on the couch, stunned and satisfied. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
But as Sarah's laughter echoed from outside the apartment, John couldn't help but smile. He knew he'd be jerking off to Sarah's pictures again. And he knew she'd be more than happy to help.
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