Sarah stormed into the dimly lit apartment, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She tossed her purse onto the coffee table and plopped down onto the couch next to Mark, her face twisted into a scowl.
"Ugh, I can't believe this dry spell," she complained, running a hand through her hair. "It's been months, Mark. Months!"
Mark looked up from his phone, his eyes widening as Sarah launched into her rant. "Well, I mean, I'm sure it's just a phase," he stammered, trying to soothe her.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "A phase? Please. You're a lazy layabout, Mark. You haven't even tried to help me out of this predicament."
Mark's face fell. "Hey, now, I've tried-"
Sarah cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Sloppy, half-assed attempts do not count, Mark. I need a real man to satisfy me."
Mark's eyes narrowed, a spark of determination flickering in his gaze. He moved closer to Sarah, his hand reaching out to touch her leg.
But Sarah was quick, pushing his hand away. "Nuh-uh. No hands, no mouth. You have to make me wet without using those."
Mark looked skeptical, but Sarah's confident attitude was turning him on. He started to undress, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
Sarah watched him, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hurry up and get on with it if you want to prove yourself."
Mark finally got naked, his hard cock standing at attention. He approached Sarah, but she remained unimpressed.
"Save it for later if you want to impress me," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mark tried to kiss her, but Sarah turned her head away. "Earn it if you want to taste my lips."
Mark started to get frustrated, but Sarah's confident demeanor was only turning him on more. He started to thrust his hips, trying to get Sarah's attention.
Sarah laughed at his attempts. "You're not even close, Mark. Try harder."
Mark started to get creative, trying different positions and angles. Sarah watched him with a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the show.
Finally, Mark started to get close to making Sarah wet. She could feel herself getting turned on, but she didn't want to give in too easily.
"Almost there, but not quite," she teased, encouraging him to keep going.
Mark finally succeeded in making Sarah wet. She moaned with pleasure, her legs spreading open.
"You passed the test," she said, a satisfied smile on her face.
Sarah rewarded Mark by letting him fuck her. She took control, directing him on how to move and where to touch her. She made sure he knew who was in charge.
As they moved together, Sarah's dry spell was forgotten. She was in control, and she was satisfied.
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