The sun beat down on Sarah's house, turning the inside into a sweltering sauna. Sarah, a strong and independent woman, couldn't help but feel a growing sense of horniness as she went about her day. She had been cooped up inside for hours, and the heat was only making her more and more restless.
Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She headed to the bedroom, stripping down to nothing but her lacy underwear. Sarah laid back on the bed, her body flushed with desire. She began to touch herself, imagining it was her absentee husband Jake's cock instead of her fingers.
"God, I wish Jake was here right now," she thought to herself, letting out a soft moan.
Meanwhile, Jake was working overtime at the office, trying to ignore his own growing desire as he thought about Sarah's wet, dripping pussy waiting for him at home. He couldn't help but glance at the clock, counting down the minutes until he could finally be with Sarah.
"Keep it together, Jake. You can make it through the day," he told himself, adjusting his pants as he felt his cock start to grow hard.
Back at home, Sarah's moans grew louder as she got closer to climax. "That's right, fuck me harder," she whispered, her fingers moving faster and faster.
Just as Sarah was about to reach orgasm, she heard the front door open.
"Jake! You're home early," she exclaimed, quickly pulling her hand away from her pussy.
Jake walked into the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to Sarah's flushed, sweaty body.
"I couldn't wait any longer," he said, stripping off his clothes.
Sarah gave him a playful insult, "You always were impatient."
Jake crawled onto the bed, pulling Sarah's body close to his.
"I need you now," he growled, his cock pressing against Sarah's wet, dripping pussy.
Sarah wrapped her legs around Jake's waist, pulling him deeper inside of her.
"Fuck me harder, Jake. I've been waiting for you all day," she moaned, her nails digging into Jake's back.
Jake and Sarah lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they released all the built-up tension from the day. The heatwave outside was nothing compared to the heat between them, as they both reached their peak and cried out in pleasure.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Sarah couldn't help but think, "This is why I love a good heatwave."
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