It was a hot summer evening, and the house was filled with a sultry warmth. Sarah, a 25-year-old brunette with a curvaceous figure, was in the kitchen, preparing a late-night snack. She was wearing a loose tank top and short cotton shorts, her long hair tied up in a messy bun.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, she saw her neighbor, Tom, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes. He was 28 years old, and they had been flirting with each other for weeks.
Tom leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on Sarah. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew what was coming. “Hi, Tom,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom moved closer, his body just inches away from Sarah’s. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she felt a sudden urge to touch him.
Without saying a word, Tom leaned in and pressed his lips against Sarah’s. She responded eagerly, her arms snaking around his neck as they deepened the kiss.
Tom’s hands began to wander, caressing Sarah’s curves and eliciting moans of pleasure from her. He slipped his hand under her tank top, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple with his thumb.
Sarah gasped, her body on fire with desire. She reached down and stroked Tom’s cock through his jeans, feeling it grow harder with every touch.
