The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. Jack sat alone on the couch, his heart racing as he spoke on the phone.
"I can't wait to get my hands on you, Sarah," he said, his voice low and husky.
Sarah's laugh was like a shot of adrenaline straight to his cock. "I'm on my way, Jack. I can't wait to see what you've got in store for me."
Jack's mind was racing with dirty thoughts. He imagined Sarah's body, naked and writhing beneath him. He imagined the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans as he explored every inch of her.
When the doorbell rang, Jack practically leapt off the couch. He swung the door open, and there she was - Sarah, looking even more stunning in person than she had in her pictures.
They didn't bother with small talk. Sarah pressed herself against Jack, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss. Jack's hands roamed her body, pulling her closer, desperate to feel every curve.
Sarah took control, pushing Jack onto the couch and straddling him. She ground her hips against him, her eyes locked on his.
"You're such a dirty old man, Jack," she whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with playful insults. "A filthy pervert."
Jack loved it. He loved the way Sarah took charge, the way she made him feel like a teenager again. He loved the way she made him feel desired, wanted.
They made out like teenagers, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Sarah unbuttoned Jack's shirt, revealing his toned chest. Jack couldn't help but stare at Sarah's cleavage, which was spilling out of her low-cut top.
Sarah noticed his admiring gaze and smirked. "You like what you see, pervert?"
Jack laughed, his hands still on Sarah's hips. "You have no idea, Sarah."
Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing against Jack's ear. "I'm going to do filthy things to you, Jack. I'm going to make you scream my name."
Jack's cock grew hard in his pants. He couldn't wait to see what Sarah had in store for him. He couldn't wait to feel her body against his, to hear her moans as he explored every inch of her.
Sarah ground against him, her hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm. "Someone's excited. Let's see if you can handle me, old man."
Jack grinned, his hands on Sarah's ass. "I can't wait to find out, Sarah."
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