Goes to talk to her

John approached Sarah, his eyes fixed on her face. "Hey, Sarah," he said, his voice low and gentle. "Are you okay?"

Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with anger and frustration. "No, I'm not okay," she said, her voice trembling. "That asshole just broke my heart."

John smiled to himself, he did not care but she was **** and he was going to be able to get some grade A cunt if he played his cards right. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "He's an idiot. You deserve so much better than him."

Sarah nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I know I do," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why do you care about what he does, he seems like a jerk." John asks.

Sarah looked at him, her eyes still brimming with tears. "I should dump him," she said, her voice laced with frustration. "But the sex... it's amazing. I can't help myself when we're together." She sighed, shaking her head. "I know I deserve better, but every time he touches me, I just can't resist." John listened intently, his expression sympathetic, but inside, he was calculating how he could use this vulnerability to his advantage. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "You do deserve better," he said softly. "But maybe you just haven't found the right person yet."

Sarah sighed, shaking her head. "It's just so frustrating," she said, her voice laced with exasperation. "If a nice guy had a great cock, I'd be with them in an instant. But nice guys never do, do they?" She looked at John, her eyes searching for understanding. "They're always so... inadequate. And then guys like Jake come along, and they're assholes, but they have what I want. It's like I'm stuck in this never-ending cycle of shitty relationships because I can't find someone who's both kind and can satisfy me." John listened, his expression sympathetic, but inside, he was already planning how to use this information to his advantage.

John shook his head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That's not true," he said, his voice low and confident. Sarah raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Oh, really? And how would you know?" she challenged, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and defiance. John stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers, the air between them thick with tension. "You can feel for yourself," he whispered, his voice dripping with suggestion. Sarah's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing as she processed the implication. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to his chest before returning to his eyes.

Sarah's eyes lingered on John's, the tension between them palpable. She could feel the weight of her frustration, the ache of unmet desires. Without a word, she reached out, her hand brushing against his crotch. John's eyes locked onto hers, a smirk tugging at his lips as she gripped him firmly. "So, is that big enough?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he stepped closer, his confidence radiating like a challenge.

Sarah's eyes widened as her hand made contact, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and desire. "This is so much bigger than him," she murmured, her fingers wrapping tightly around it, comparing the size to what she was used to. John's smirk grew wider as he stepped closer, his confidence radiating like a challenge. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And it's all yours," he whispered, his voice low and teasing, sending shivers down her spine. "Lets show him you do not need him?"

Sarah nodded, her determination evident despite the lingering tears. "Let's do it," she said, her voice firm with a mix of anger and desire. John smiled, his confidence radiating as he pulled out his phone. He typed a quick message to Camila: "She's in. You're on your own for the ride home." He pocketed the phone, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. The nursing home's entrance loomed behind her, the evening shadows casting a dim glow over the scene. "Let's go somewhere more private," John suggested, his voice low and inviting. Sarah agreed without a word, her hand slipping into his as they walked towards his car.