Sarah sat at her desk, staring blankly at the spreadsheet on her computer screen. Her mind was elsewhere, wandering to thoughts of Mark and the way his hands had felt on her body during their last encounter. She shook her head, trying to refocus on her work, but it was no use. Her thoughts kept drifting back to him.
With a sigh, Sarah stood up from her desk and stretched. "Screw it," she muttered to herself. She knew what she really wanted. She wanted to see Mark.
She picked up her phone and dialed his number. It rang a few times before he answered. "Hey, Mark. What are you up to?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"Just working on some stuff around the house. Why, what's up?" he replied.
"I was wondering if I could come over for a cold drink. I mean, if you're not busy," Sarah said, emphasizing the words "cold drink" and giving a little wink to herself.
Mark hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sure, that sounds great. I can make you a glass of lemonade."
Sarah smiled to herself. She knew he would take the bait.
A few minutes later, she was standing on Mark's doorstep, a flirtatious smile on her face. Mark opened the door and gestured for her to come in. "Here, let me take your coat," he said, helping her out of her jacket.
Sarah followed Mark into the kitchen, her eyes taking in the sight of his muscular arms and the way his t-shirt clung to his chest. She couldn't help but stare.
Mark noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see, Sarah?" he asked, a playful smile on his face.
Sarah, never one to back down, retorted with, "I've seen better, but it's been a while."
Mark laughed, surprised by her boldness. "Well, I'm glad you think I'm a step up from whatever you've been seeing," he said, handing her a glass of lemonade.
Sarah took a sip, but her mind was still on Mark. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. She set her glass down on the counter and walked over to him, pressing her body against his.
Mark, unable to resist, wrapped his arms around Sarah and pulled her in for a kiss. Sarah, taking control, led him to the living room floor and began to undress him.
Mark, more than happy to oblige, helped Sarah remove her clothes. They lay down on the cool floor, their bodies entwined and hot with desire.
Sarah, straddling Mark, guided his hard cock inside of her and began to ride him. Mark, gripping Sarah's hips, thrust up to meet her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance.
They both reached their peak, panting and sweating, completely satisfied. Sarah lay her head on Mark's chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating.
"I'm glad I came over for that cold drink," she said, a satisfied smile on her face.
Mark laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Me too," he said. "Me too."
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