Sarah couldn't help but feel a little thrill as she crept through the gate and into Tom's backyard. She was dressed in a tight tank top and short shorts, her mind filled with dirty thoughts as she approached him from behind.
Tom was hunched over his garden, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tended to his plants. Sarah couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him. She sashayed over to him, her hips swaying and a playful smirk on her face.
"Looks like you're working up quite a sweat there, Tom," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Tom looked up, surprised but pleased to see Sarah. He wiped the sweat from his brow and chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm not exactly a green thumb, if you know what I mean."
Sarah laughed and leaned in closer, her hand brushing against Tom's arm. "Oh, I think you're doing just fine," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "In fact, I couldn't help but notice your 'garden hose' over there. It looks like it could use a good watering."
Tom caught on to Sarah's flirting and stood up, his body tense with desire. Sarah boldly reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock.
"Well, if you insist," Tom said, his voice husky with desire.
Sarah dropped to her knees and started giving Tom a blowjob, her mouth eager and skilled. Tom groaned and ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, pulling her closer.
Sarah moaned and deepthroated Tom, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Tom couldn't hold back any longer and came in Sarah's mouth.
Sarah stood up, her lips glistening with Tom's cum. She wipes her mouth and gives Tom a playful wink.
"You're a filthy gardener, Tom," she said, her voice full of amusement.
Tom laughed and pulled Sarah in for a passionate kiss. Sarah grinds her hips against him, her pussy wet and dripping with desire.
Tom, unable to resist, reaches down and starts fingering Sarah. She moans and grabs onto Tom's shoulders, her body shaking with pleasure.
Sarah comes hard, her juices flowing down Tom's hand. She pulls away and gives Tom a playful insult, calling him a "filthy gardener."
Tom laughs and pulls Sarah in for another kiss. They lay down in the grass, their bodies entwined and their minds clear of any worries.
After a few moments, Sarah reluctantly stands up and starts to walk back home. Tom calls out to her, but Sarah just gives him a playful wave and disappears over the fence.
Sarah returns home, her pussy still wet and her mind still filled with dirty thoughts. She can't wait for the next time she sees Tom.
The end.
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