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.

"There ya go..." Sara says with a satisfied grin, handing you the pen. "So how 'bout it? Want some cereal?" She asks, her voice husky and seductive.

With a sensual wiggle of her hips, Sara slides off the couch and heads into the kitchen. She pours some milk into a bowl, then adds a handful of your favorite cereal. As she stirs it with a big spoon, she glances over at you from the corner of her eye. "So what do ya think, MarshMallow? Ready to have some fun~?" She asks, licking her lips suggestively before taking another sip of her lollipop.

"Alright then, MarshMallow." Sara pours you another glass of milk and hands it to you. "Now tell me... What do ya wanna see around here?" Her smile is warm and inviting, like a beacon drawing you in deeper.

As you talk about the various things you'd like to see or do on the farm, Sara listens intently once more, occasionally nodding her head and making agreeing noises. She leans against the counter again, seemingly content to just stand there and chat with you for the moment...

But eventually, Sara's curiosity gets the better of her. "So, MarshMallow..." She says, glancing at your crotch once more before looking back up into your eyes. "...You ever ride a cowboy before?" She asks casually, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

Suddenly, she realizes what she's said and blushes heavily. "Oh... I mean... not that you're a cowboy or anything..." She stammers, trying to backpedal. "

"Oh... hi, Honey..." she says into the phone, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turns her back to you, pretending not to be having sex. "Yeah, I was just about to call you. You know how much I miss you and our special time together...~" She pauses for a moment, glancing over her shoulder at you before rolling her eyes. "Well no, MarshMallow isn't here. He left ages ago."

She continues to talk on the phone, occasionally shooting you dirty looks or sticking out her tongue. After what feels like an eternity, she finally hangs up with a huff. "Well that's done," she says, turning back around to face you. "I guess we can continue where we left off..."

She climbs back onto the couch and straddles your lap once more, taking you deeper inside her as she begins to ride you hard and fast.