The morning sun climbed higher, spilling warm light across the room as Sara and I finally peeled ourselves off the bed. My legs felt shaky, my body still buzzing from her, but we stumbled to the bathroom together. The tiles were cool under my feet, and the sound of running water filled the space as we freshened up
She splashed her face, grinning at me through the mirror, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks. I brushed my teeth, still tasting her on my tongue, while she hummed some random tune, carefree and loud.
We ended up in the kitchen after, the smell of coffee and toast drifting through the air. She’d thrown on a long white shirt buttoned just enough to hang loose, but I could tell she was naked underneath, the fabric brushing her thighs as she moved.
She piled scrambled eggs and bacon onto plates. We sat down, the wooden chairs creaking, and she shoved her phone in front of her, scrolling through something with one hand.
"Feed me," she said suddenly, not looking up.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. "What, you can’t use your hands now?"
"I’m busy. Come on, puppy, don’t make me repeat myself." She wiggled the phone at me, some video playing silently on the screen, and I sighed, leaning over to scoop some eggs onto my fork.
I held it out, and she opened her mouth, letting me feed her, her lips brushing my fingers as she chewed.
"Good boy," she mumbled through a mouthful focused to her scrolling. The shirt gaped open a little, showing the curve of her chest, and I tried to focus on my own plate, the coffee bitter on my tongue.
We ate like that for a while—quiet, easy, the clink of forks and the hum of the fridge filling the space. Then, out of nowhere, we found ourselves on the table tangled into each other again.
I slid between her legs, my boxers shoved down in a hurry, and pushed into her, the table rocking under us. "Ahhh... yeahh... don’t stop... more..." she moaned, her head tipping back, her boobs jiggling with every thrust. The shirt hung off her shoulders, her skin flushed pink, and I grabbed her hips, groaning as I moved.
"Arghhh... ahhh..." I let out, the sound rough in my throat, leaning over her, my hands slipping on the table’s edge. Coffee dripped onto the floor, bacon scattered, but she didn’t care—just arched up into me, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I grabbed the middle of her shirt, and pulled it open in a zap* her boobs juggling out.
"Ahh... my puppy... you want mommy’s tits? Ahh..." she teased, her voice breaking into a moan. I didn’t even answer—just ducked my head and sucked on her nipple, tasting salt and skin.
She grabbed my head with both hands, pressing me harder against her chest, her fingers tight in my hair.
"Yeah... like that..." she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet my dick.
I was gone—lost in her, in the rhythm of it, the way her body moved under me. She had the same thick curves as Aeri, that same softness I couldn’t get out of my head, and maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop, why I kept falling into her games.
"Ahhh..ahhh..huhh..yeah..." The table groaned under our weight, the wood slick with spilled coffee, and her moans got louder, mixing with mine.
Then it hit—tension coiled tight in my dick, building fast, and with a sudden jolt, I came, spilling inside her as I collapsed over her body. "Arghhh... fuck... ahh..." I groaned.
She locked her legs around me, her legs digging into my ass, pulling my cock deeper as she shivered beneath me.
I just lay there, catching my breath, my face buried in her neck, the smell of coffee and sex thick in the air. The table was a wreck—plates shoved aside, food smeared everywhere—but Sara didn’t care.
She lifted her eyes to me, her eyes glinting with that familiar spark, and said, "I’m gonna take a bath." Her voice dropped low, sultry, as she added, "Come join me,"
I scratched the back of my head, my body screaming for a break, but followed her anyway.
The bathroom door creaked open, and steam was already curling up from the shower as she turned on the hot water. Her naked body catching the light before she climbed into the tub. I stepped in behind her.
"Rub my back," she said, handing me a soapy sponge, her tone bossy but playful. Water streamed down from the showerhead, soaking her hair, and I started scrubbing, the sponge gliding over her shoulders, down her spine.
"Yeah, like that," she murmured, leaning forward a little. "Now pour some water—make sure it’s even."
Then soon again I found my dick inside her hole as she rocked her ass in front of me.
"Ahhh... yeahh... ahhh... more... umm..." she moaned, her voice echoing off the tiles. "Give your mouth here." She twisted her head back, and I leaned in, our lips crashing together in a wet, messy kiss.
My hands slid up her slick skin, groping her boobs, squeezing as I thrust into her, the water pounding down on her back. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine, and I held her tight, my fingers digging into her chest as I kept moving.
The steam thickened, the air heavy and hot, and we stayed like that—locked together, water soaking us both—until the pleasure built up again, wild and unstoppable.
Her moans got louder, bouncing around the bathroom, and I lost track of time, caught in the rhythm of her body and the heat of the shower.
Eventually, it all wound down, the roller coaster slowing to a stop. We climbed out, dripping and exhausted, toweling off in silence.
I pulled on my clothes—black shirt, inner t-shirt, black jeans, white shoes—while she slipped into a loose dress, her hair still damp and clinging to her neck.
"Well then, take care, baby. It was fun with you," she said, her voice bright, like we’d just hung out for coffee or something normal. She leaned in, pecked my cheek, and started walking off, her hips swaying like always.
I stood there, staring after her, my body aching, my head spinning.
"I sighhhhhh," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face, too tired to even form a real word.