Jake lay sprawled on the bed, watching as his girlfriend stripped off her clothes piece by piece until she stood before him clad only in delicate white lace underwear. His heart raced as he took in the tantalizing view of her lithe figure barely concealed by the flimsy fabric.
"Mmm, does my poor baby miss me?" Sarah purred playfully, crawling onto the bed to straddle his hips. She ground herself against his hardening cock through her panties, the friction stoking his arousal higher. Leaning down, she whispered hotly in his ear, "Do you wake up each morning wondering if today might be the day I give myself to someone else - a real man who can truly satisfy me?"
Her words dripped with innuendo even as she peppered his neck with teasing kisses and nips. One hand trailed lower to cup his erection through his boxers while the other toyed with the strap of her bra. Jake groaned needily, too far gone to form coherent replies beyond grunts of pleasure as his girlfriend worked him into a frenzy with her sensual torment. He prayed silently that the moment would come soon where she would end his delicious agony and take him fully inside her welcoming heat...
