The air in the kitchen was thick with unspoken desire. Sarah, a 40-something blonde with huge tits straining against her silk blouse, nervously glanced at the baby monitor. Her husband was away, and the babysitter was in the next room, innocently watching TV.
Mark, the younger man who’d come over to ‘fix’ the leaky faucet, leaned closer. His eyes devoured her, a hunger mirroring her own. "You know why I'm really here, don't you, Sarah?" he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
She nodded, a blush creeping up her neck. The babysitter’s show, the one with that riding dick scene, was a little too loud right now. She thought of the blowjob she had been imagining all day. She had not been this excited since the day she got her glasses.
He guided her hand to his throbbing cock, encased in denim. "Unzip me," he commanded softly. Her fingers trembled as she obliged. The moment she freed him, he surged forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers as his hands roamed over her big boobs, teasing her nipples through the fabric.
She moaned, the sound barely audible. "The babysitter…" she gasped.
"Don't worry about her," he said, pulling her blouse open. "Let's give her something to really listen to." He pushed her against the counter, hiking up her skirt. She was not wearing any panties. He entered her with a forceful thrust. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and fear, biting her lip to suppress the sound. He pounded into her, her back arching as she met each thrust with a desperate need.
He flipped her around, pulling her hips back towards him. The position left her exposed, a PAWG ready to be ravaged. This time, he grabbed her hips, and with a swift motion lifted her until her body was arched forward from the counter. He was now doing doggy style.
The moaning that escaped her lips was a siren’s call, the sound vibrating through the walls. She wanted to yell. She closed her eyes and let the sensation drown all of her thoughts.
He withdrew, covering her back in his cum on back.
