The sheets were tangled, the air electric as Sarah lay flat on her stomach, facedown on the mattress, her skin already flushed. Mark loomed above her, naked and insistent.
'You think you can just pin me like this?' Sarah snapped, her voice laced with sharp wit. 'Your cock might be hard, but that doesn't mean my pussy is begging for it. I'm horny, sure, but I'm not some dripping damsel.'
Mark laughed low, his hands gripping her shoulders to hold her down. 'Oh, come on, wife. Your ass is right here, wet and waiting. Admit it—you love when I take control.'
'Shut up and prove it,' she retorted, grunting as he thrust his hard cock into her from behind. 'No blowjob for you if you finish early. And sweating already? Pathetic.'
He pounded harder, her body rocking against the bed, both of them panting. Her pussy clenched around him, dripping with each forceful stroke. 'Harder, you idiot,' she demanded, voice defiant despite the position. 'Make it count or I'll make you regret it.'
Mark's grip tightened, the rhythm explosive until he pulled out, groaning as he came, hot cum splattering across her hair.
Sarah twisted free, eyes blazing. 'You bastard—you came on my hair? I hated that!'
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