It was a hot summer night in the city, and the streets were deserted. Sarah, a 25-year-old woman with long, curly brown hair and a love for adventure, was walking home from a late-night party when she heard footsteps behind her. She quickened her pace, but the footsteps grew louder. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm. Sarah spun around, ready to fight, but what she saw made her heart race.
It was Jake, a 27-year-old man with piercing blue eyes, short black hair, and a muscular build. Sarah had met him at the party, and they had hit it off immediately. But she hadn’t expected to see him again so soon.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Jake said, his voice low and husky.
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She had been thinking about him too, ever since he had left the party early.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake pulled Sarah close and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth with a passion that took her breath away. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his hard body against hers.
Without breaking their kiss, Jake led Sarah to a nearby alley, where they could be alone. He pushed her up against the wall, his hands roaming over her body. Sarah moaned as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples through the fabric of her dress.
Jake’s fingers found the hem of Sarah’s dress and began to inch it up, revealing her smooth, toned legs. He slipped his hand between her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy.
Sarah gasped as Jake’s fingers slid inside her, stroking her G-spot with expert precision. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and louder.
Suddenly, Jake pulled his fingers out and lowered his head between Sarah’s legs. She cried out as his tongue found her clit, licking and sucking with an intensity that sent her over the edge. She came hard, her juices flowing down Jake’s chin.
Jake stood up, his cock straining against his pants. Sarah reached down and stroked him through the fabric, feeling him grow even harder in her hand.
