Sara stood up naked and unbothered, her hips swaying like she was putting on a little show just for me. "And we rock and roll," she said with a grin, her voice light and playful as she sauntered over to the TV.
She grabbed the remote off the sleek glass stand and turned on some OTT platform called Jetflix. The screen lit up with a movie poster—something called *Multiple Shades*.
I squinted at it, sprawled out naked on the long, soft couch, my body sinking into the cushions. Knowing Sara, I figured it’d be some wild, over-the-top, probably not the "decent" kind of movie.
She punched a few buttons on the remote, and the movie started loading. Then she spun around, grabbing a big bowl of popcorn from the kitchen counter on her way back. She dropped it on the coffee table in front of us with a little thud, tossing the remote next to it.
Her eyes flicked to me, sharp and commanding. "Spread your legs," she said.
I raised an eyebrow but did it anyway, shifting on the couch to make space between my thighs, my hardened cock stiff in front of us.
She didn’t hesitate—slid right in, planting herself on my lap, her naked back pressing warm against my chest. My dick twitched as she settled in, her ass soft and hot against mine.
"Ahh... you’re so warm, puppy," she murmured.
The movie kicked off, some moody music filling the room as the opening credits rolled. Sara tilted her head back and giggled.
"We’re gonna enjoy this movie till the end of the night," she said, her tone making it clear this wasn’t just about watching a screen.
"Ohh?" I said, my voice flat, still catching up to whatever she was plotting.
She didn’t answer right away—just grabbed my hands instead. She pulled one up to her chest, pressing my palm against her boob, her nipple hard under my fingers. The other hand she guided down, slipping it between her legs, her thighs warm and slick.
"Ahm..." she gasped softly, her body twitching at the touch on her pussy, a wicked little smile playing on her lips. "Now you’re gonna keep rubbing me and turning me on," she said, "and whenever a sex scene comes on, we’re gonna fuck like rabbits and you’re gonna make me cum."
I blinked at her, my brain lagging for a second before it clicked. "Damn..." I muttered, "Siggh...Some fetishes you have."
Her hand squeezed mine over her boob, urging me to start moving. "Come on, puppy, don’t just sit there. Movie’s starting."
The screen flickered as the first scene faded in—some dimly lit room with a couple talking in low voices. I let my fingers slide over her pussy, feeling her body respond, her breath hitching every few seconds.
Sara’s wet warmth, her little gasps, the way she pressed herself into me—it was already driving me crazy, and the movie had barely begun.
"First sex scene’s probably five minutes in," she whispered, her head resting back on my shoulder. "Better get me ready, Ezra." She giggled again, and I could feel the challenge in her words, was all a game she knew she’d win.
My hands moved on autopilot—one kneading her boobs, the other rubbing her labia in slow circles between her legs.
The movie hummed in the background, some low voices and dramatic music spilling from the TV, but it was hard to focus on anything except Sara. My fingers slid over her cunt, rubbing slow and steady against her wet pussy, feeling her shiver against me.
She squirmed on my lap, her back pressed tight to my chest, her skin burning hot against mine.
"Mm... yeah, keep going," she whispered, her head tilting back so her hair brushed my cheek. Her breath came faster, and I could tell she was getting worked up. Then, maybe ten minutes in, her eyes fluttered shut, and she shifted.
"Lay me down," she said, her voice thick with want. "Fuck me now."
I didn’t argue. I slid her off my lap and onto the couch, the soft cushions sinking under her weight. She spread her legs, watching me with that same wicked smirk, and I climbed over her, pushing my hardened cock inside her perverted pussy with one smooth thrust.
"Ahh... yes..." she moaned, her hands grabbing at my shoulders as I moved. It didn’t take long—her body tensed, her nails dug into me, and she came hard, her gasps filling the room louder than the movie ever could.
But that was just the start. As soon as she caught her breath, she giggled and sat up, patting my chest.
"Good boy. Let’s keep watching." My fingers went back to work, rubbing her again, and the cycle kicked off. Every time the screen lit up with a sex scene—some couple tangled up in shadows—she’d get that look in her eye, and we’d go at it again.
Next time, she pulled me over to the coffee table, shoving the popcorn bowl aside so she could lie back on the cold glass.
"Right here," she demanded, and I fucked her there, the table creaking under us as she came again, her legs shaking.
Then she got bold—dragged me right in front of the TV, the actors moaning on screen while she bent over, hands braced on the stand.
"Do it," she said, glancing back at me with a grin. I grabbed her ass and went at her from behind, the double moans—hers and the movie’s—mixing together until I couldn’t tell which was which.
Her ass pressed back against me, and I reached around, pulling her up just enough to kiss her, our lips sloppy and desperate as we lost ourselves in it.
Time started to blur. The movie kept playing, but it didn’t matter anymore—I was too far gone, caught up in her heat, her sounds, the way she kept pushing me for more.
We stumbled back to the bed at some point, the pink satin sheets tangling around us as I fucked her again, this time slower, deeper.
"Ezra... ahh... don’t stop..ahh..fuck me more..ahh.." she groaned, I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, and she kissed me hard, her tongue chasing mine as we moved together.
We were drenched—sweat slicking our skin, sticking us to each other as we rolled across the bed. "Fuck... you’re so good," she panted, her legs wrapping around me tight.
I groaned back, "Arghh... Sara..." my voice breaking as the pleasure built up again. Our bodies pressed together, naked and messy, moaning and groaning in sync until it all crashed over us.
She came with a loud "Ahh... yeahhh..." and I followed right after, thrusting my dick deep as my whole body shook.
And just like that, we collapsed, our legs tangled, her sweaty hair stuck to my shoulder, and I could feel her heartbeat slowing against mine, the world fading out as we passed out together, a heap of naked limbs on that soft, wrecked bed.