Tara stepped into Rich’s apartment, the midday sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the Hudson River below in shimmering gold. She wore her black silk t-shirt dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, the lace of her push-up bralette teasingly visible beneath. Her honey-blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, her blue eyes locking onto Rich with a hunger that made his thin cock twitch in his cargo shorts.
"You look good enough to eat," Rich murmured, pulling her against him, his hands sliding up her thighs beneath the dress. Tara laughed, her fingers tangling in his short, salt-and-pepper hair as she crushed her mouth to his. The kiss was hungry, desperate, tongues swirling together like they were starved for each other.
Tara broke away just long enough to peel off her dress, leaving her in nothing but the lacy bralette and matching thong. Rich’s breath hitched as he took in her full breasts, her tight waist, the way her hips flared out like a fucking goddess. "Damn, Tara," he groaned, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her flush against him. His cock pressed against her stomach, long and thin but rock-hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
She dropped to her knees, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts. "This time, I want you inside me," she said, her voice husky as she freed his dick, wrapping her fingers around its length. Rich groaned as she licked the tip, her tongue swirling around the slit before she took him deep into her mouth.
"Fuck, yeah," Rich growled, his hips jerking slightly as Tara hollowed her cheeks, sucking him with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hand gripped the base of his cock, her other hand massaging his balls as she worked him over. She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "I want you to take me. All the way."
Rich hesitated, his cock twitching at the promise in her words. "Tara, we—"
She cut him off by standing up and pressing her body against his, her lips crashing into his again. Her hands slid down his chest, pushing his shirt up before yanking it over his head. His chest was smooth, his muscles still defined for a man his age. Tara raked her nails down his back, making him shiver as she ground her pussy against his thigh.
"Please," she whispered against his lips, her fingers working at the button of his shorts. "I need you...inside me."
Rich groaned, surrendering. He kicked off his shorts, his cock springing free, long and thin and dripping with arousal. Tara bit her lip as she backed toward the bedroom, her thong sliding down her legs before she tossed it aside. Rich followed, his hands gripping her hips as he backed her onto the bed.
They fell together, limbs tangling, mouths fused as Rich’s hands roamed over her body—palming her breasts, squeezing her ass, teasing between her thighs. Tara arched into his touch, her pussy already wet and aching for him. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his cock and guiding him to her entrance.
Rich didn’t hesitate this time. With a groan, he pushed inside her, his long, thin dick stretching her open in the best fucking way. Tara gasped, her nails digging into his back as he bottomed out, filling her completely.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," Rich grunted, pulling back before thrusting into her again. Tara moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against hers as he fucked her hard, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her.
Tara could feel every inch of him, the way his length dragged against her walls with each thrust. She was close, so fucking close. "Harder," she begged, her voice ragged. Rich growled, gripping her thighs and flipping her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, spreading her legs before slamming back into her from behind.
"Fuck, yes!" Tara cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he pounded into her. The angle was deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust. She could feel herself tightening around him, her pussy fluttering as her orgasm built.
Rich groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her through it. "You feel so fucking good. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you."
Tara moaned, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her. She squeezed around him, her pussy milking his cock as she came, her walls fluttering around him. Rich groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, his cum flooding her cervix in thick, creamy spurts.
They collapsed onto the bed, breathless and sated, the daylight outside waning into evening. Tara stretched, her body still thrumming with pleasure, before she sat up and reached for her dress.
Rich watched her, his cock already half-hard again as she slipped the silk over her head. "You sure you gotta go?" he asked, his voice rough with lingering arousal.
Tara smirked, leaning down to kiss him one last time. "I have a husband waiting for me, remember?" She winked, then grabbed her thong and heels before striding out of the bedroom, leaving Rich staring after her with a grin.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Rich flopped back onto the bed, his cock twitching as he thought about how good she’d felt—and how much he hoped she’d be back soon.