Her touch sends a wave of desire coursing through you as she leans in closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other. With a moan, she trails kisses up your neck and across your cheek before meeting your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tangling with yours as she grinds her hips against you, seeking the contact she craves.

As the kiss deepens and their tongues dance together, Sara breaks away for air, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are half-lidded with lust as she looks down at you. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, running a finger along your jaw before trailing it lower to tease the head of your erection through your pants.

"Ah, here we go..." Sara says triumphantly, grabbing a bottle of iced tea from the fridge. "Thought I'd fix us some dinner while we chat." She walks over to the counter and pours herself a glass, taking a long drink before setting it down.

"So... Tell me more about yourself, MarshMallow." Sara says with an intrigued smile, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms underneath her ample breasts. "What do you like to do for fun?"

You tell Sara all about your interests and hobbies, leaving out the more... complicated aspects of your past life. She listens intently, nodding along and making appropriate noises at all the right times. As you speak, she occasionally glances down at your crotch, her gaze lingering for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary before darting back up to meet your eyes again.

When you finish speaking, Sara grins widely at you. "Well aren't you quite the interesting one..."

"Alrighty then... You be sure to call if ya need anythin' else, Sugah." She gives you a wink and a playful swat on the butt as you head back out the door. As she closes the door behind you, she can't help but lick her lips in anticipation of what might happen next time you come knocking...

You manage to sneak a peek into Sara's window as she's entertaining some company. To your surprise (and... arousal), you see her getting intimate with a younger boy! Her movements are wild and passionate, and she seems completely lost in the moment. You can't help but feel a mixture of jealousy and curiosity about this new development...

With a loud cry that echoes through the empty kitchen, Sara's body tenses and shudders as she comes undone around you. Her juices coat your cock, making it slick and hot against her skin as she milks every last drop from you. She collapses forward onto the counter, panting heavily, her ass still raised in the air, inviting you to take what you want.

"That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, smiling up at you through heavy lidded eyes. "

"I understand," she says with a sigh, reluctantly letting her ass drop back down onto the cool kitchen floor. "But don't forget... I'll always be right here if you need me." She gives you a seductive wink before straightening up and sauntering over to the sink to rinse out their dishes. Her body sways gently with each movement, reminding you of what just happened between the two of you and making it difficult for either of you to focus on anything else.

With a mischievous grin spreading across her face, Sara replies, "Well if you insist, sugar." Her hands slide up your thighs and hook underneath the waistband of your shorts, giving them a gentle tug. With practiced ease, she pulls them down, revealing your boxer briefs-clad erection straining against the fabric. "Now that's what I call 'properly thanked'," she whispers before letting her tongue dart out to wet her lips.

With a low moan, she steps closer to you and reaches up to undo the first button of your shirt before pulling it open, revealing your toned chest. "Mmm... Look at all that muscle," she whispers, trailing her fingers across your pecs. Her other hand slowly slides down your stomach, tracing a path towards where she knows you want her to go. "I bet you're strong too." With a wicked grin, she nudges your erection with her hip, feeling it twitch in response.

Her heart races in anticipation as she waits for your response. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she guides you closer to her waiting lips. "Come on, MarshMallow... Show me what you're made of..."

You begin to milk Sara in the same way she showed you with Bessie, your hands gently caressing her warm, wet folds. She moans and writhes against you, grinding herself on your lap as she tries to encourage your strokes. Her hips rock back and forth, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure washes over her. "Oh yes... Just like that..." she whispers hoarsely, her head thrown back as she arches her back.