Jim leaned against the kitchen counter, his voice low but steady as he finally confessed. "Sarah, I've been thinking about this for months. I want to watch you with Tyrell—his thick 9-inch BBC stretching you out while I sit there, helpless." Sarah arched an eyebrow, her petite frame radiating confidence rather than shock. "Crazy? That's one word for it, Jim. But let's be real—your little fantasy just made my pussy gush. You knew that, didn't you?" She stepped closer, her eyes sharp with wit. "If we're spilling secrets, maybe I should tell you how often I imagine Tyrell's cock pounding me until I'm dripping with his cum, swelling with his baby. What do you think of that?" Jim's breath hitched, his own arousal obvious. Sarah didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward the bedroom with a sly grin. "You started this. Now strip—I'm in charge tonight." Clothes hit the floor in a rush. Sarah shoved Jim onto the bed, straddling him as her hand wrapped around his hardening length. "Look at you, already hard for the idea of Tyrell's BBC owning my pussy." She lowered herself, her wet folds sliding along his cock, teasing. "I'm horny as hell thinking about his ass flexing while he fills me." Jim groaned, hands gripping her hips, but Sarah pinned them down. "No touching until I say." She sank onto him with a gasp, riding hard, her pussy clenching tight. Sweat beaded on her skin as she panted, "Imagine Tyrell's cock instead—bigger, deeper, making me cum so hard I get pregnant right here." Her movements grew frantic, ass slapping against him, juices dripping down his shaft. "Fuck, yes—I'm coming!" Sarah cried out, body shuddering as waves of pleasure hit, her fantasy of Tyrell's seed claiming her pushing her over the edge. Jim followed, spilling inside her, but she smirked down at him, already plotting the next step. "That was just the preview, darling."
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