Check up on Sarah

Footsteps thud lightly in the hallway outside, accompanied by the heavy rhythm of Sarah's breaths—quick, winded from her morning run. I pause at the bedroom door, listening as keys jangle and her door swings open across the narrow hall. Sweat-sheened, no doubt, her pale skin flushed, red ponytail swinging. The image pulls a slow smile from me. She's been waiting, body strung tight from yesterday's tease.

I snag my phone from the nightstand, thumbing open the app with casual precision. Her profile blooms instantly—proximity sharpens the lock, even through the walls. Eternal ****. Influence at 100%, pulsing like a heartbeat. I type the command swift and clear: Come to my apartment now. Door unlocked. Strip in the entryway. Send.

The glow fades as obedience takes hold. I cross to the living room, flicking the front door latch without a sound. Thirty seconds pass, then her soft knock—hesitant but compelled. She slips inside, red-faced and glistening, sports bra clinging translucent to her heavy breasts, shorts riding high on those thick thighs. Damp ponytail slaps her back as her eyes find mine, wide with that perfect blend of relief and ravening hunger.

"Master," she breathes, voice husky from exertion. Her fingers already hook the hem of her bra, peeling it up slow. Pale tits spill free, nipples stiffening in the cooler apartment air, pink and begging. The shorts drop next, along with her panties—no hesitation, just the wet smack of fabric on tile. She's bare, pussy lips puffy and slick beneath a neat red landing strip, ass cheeks quivering as she straightens.

"Shower," I say simply, nodding toward the bathroom. "Get clean for me." She nods fervent, hips swaying exaggerated as she obeys, the door clicking soft behind her. Water hisses on moments later, steam curling out beneath the frame.

I strip leisurely—shirt over my head, boxers shoved down—cock half-hard already from her display. The bathroom fills with humid warmth as I step in, glass door fogging at my approach. Sarah stands under the spray, hands soaping her curves with **** efficiency. Suds glide down her freckled cleavage, over the generous swell of her belly, pooling at the cleft of her ass before swirling away. She startles when my shadow falls across her, then melts, turning to press her back to the slick tile.

I crowd close, the water pounding hot between us. My hands roam her first—palms cupping those massive tits, thumbs circling nipples until they pebble tighter under the spray. She whimpers low, arching into me, but I pinch sharp, drawing a gasp. "Edge it," I murmur against her ear, water sheeting off my shoulders. "Don't cum."

Her hand dives between her thighs obediently, fingers parting slick folds. She circles her clit slow at first, then frantic, breaths hitching ragged as her free arm loops my neck. I grind my cock against her thigh, letting precum mix with the suds, teasing the heat of her core without mercy. Her hips buck, chasing friction, tits heaving with each pant. "Please, Master—need you inside—"

I lift her leg with ease, hooking her thick thigh over my hip. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, folds yielding hot and drenched. One thrust sinks me halfway, her walls clenching greedy around the intrusion. She cries out, fingers blurring on her clit, body shuddering on that knife-edge. I pull back slow, then snap deep—full length buried now, balls pressing her ass against the tile.

Her moans echo off the walls, drowned by the shower's roar. I fuck her steady, deliberate—short strokes building to longer, grinding the base against her clit with every plunge. She trembles violent, nails digging my shoulders, teetering right there.

"Close, can't, please," she sobs, her voice fracturing under the relentless pound of water. Her pussy spasms around my cock, walls fluttering wildly and hot, sucking me deeper with every grind of my hips. I pin her harder against the tile. It feels slick and unyielding. My forearm braces across her heaving tits as the spray lashes our joined bodies. Steam thickens the air. It blurs the glass walls into a hazy cocoon. The only world is her trembling flesh and the slick rhythm of my thrusts.

I slow down deliberately. I drag out each stroke, almost pulling free before slamming home again. The wet slap of skin on skin vanishes in the cascade. Her fingers work her clit in furious circles. Her knuckles turn white against the flushed pink of her mound. I catch her wrist and yank it aside. "Not yet," I growl, my voice low and breath hot against her streaming neck. Precum slicks my length inside her. It mixes with her endless drip. Her thick ass grinds desperately against my pelvis for more. She whines, high and broken. Her thighs quake as I pinch her nipple again. I twist until tears mingle with the rivulets down her freckled cheeks.

The heat builds savagely between us. Her core grips like a vise now. It milks me with those denied pulses. Water beads on her lashes. It clumps them dark as her green eyes plead up at me. Her lips part on silent begs. I hook her leg higher and angle deeper. I hit that spot inside that makes her arch like a bowstring pulled taut. One hand clamps her hip. It bruises the pale curve. I hold her steady as I rut faster. The strokes stay short and punishing. I chase my own edge while she shatters against it.

Her breaths come in shattered gasps. Her body convulses. Her tits bounce heavily with the ****. Her ass cheeks flex under my grip. "Master, I'll die, need." I surge forward one final time. I bury to the hilt. "Cum," I command. Release rips through me suddenly and fiercely. My cock pulses hot inside her. Her walls clamp viciously around the spurting heat. Her peak explodes in that instant. She milks me ruthlessly and pulls every thick rope deeper as she keens. Her body seizes wildly in my arms. Cum spills back out around me. Milky trails vanish in the swirling water at our feet. Her orgasm drags mine longer and fuller.

I ride it out slowly. I grind deep until the last twitch fades. Her body goes limp and shuddering in my arms. She clings to me. Her nails rake faint lines down my back. Her pussy still twitches hungrily around my softening length. Gently, I ease her leg down. I turn her under the spray to rinse us clean. Suds bloom fresh as I soap her curves one last time. My palms glide over her tits, her belly, the soaked red patch above her mound. "Go to work now," I murmur. My voice stays steady amid the steam. "Crave me all day. Come back dripping when you're free."

She nods fervently. Her eyes glaze with sated fire as she steps out first. She clutches the towel loosely. I watch her go. The door clicks softly behind her. It leaves me alone in the fading hiss of the shower. The day's weave tightens. Work waits next. Elena's note burns in my pocket like a promise.