“I need you,” Dan growls.

Sadie, turning from the sink, feels his hardness pressing. His fingers parting her dress, she whispers, “He’ll be home soon.”

“Quickly then.” To the kitchen table, lifting, lying her back there, knees high, legs wide.

He grins lustfully, “That oldie, Jack Nicholson screwing Jessica Lange—”

“Postman Always Rings Twice?” she acknowledges. “Love role-playing, don’t you? “

With his thrusting urgency, she absorbs him into her throbbing wet heat.

Knowing, like her, he’s about to come, and his spurting will be unstoppable.

Voices: “Mom! Dad! I’ve brought Daisy for tea. You in the kitchen?”

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