Sarah stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her as she heard the muffled music from her stepson's room fade away. She turned on the shower and undressed quickly, her hot skin ready for the cool water to wash over her. As she soaped up her body, she couldn't help but think about him. His cock. His hands. His mouth.
She finished washing and stepped under the showerhead, letting the water cascade over her. She closed her eyes, arching her back and letting out a long moan. She remembered how he had pressed his body against hers, grinding their hips together. The feel of his rock-hard cock pressing against her panties was seared into her memory.
Sarah let her mind drift back to the evening before. She was on the couch watching TV, and he came up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her close. "I love how you feel in my arms," he whispered into her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe.
