first night with bimbo Sarah

Sarah squealed in excitement "Thanks Tommy!", wrapping herself around him in a tight hug and squeezing her breasts against his chest. "You're the best! It was, like , sooo hard to think all the time and worry about stuff. This is waayy more fun."

She pushed him onto the sofa, kicking off her small shorts and thong underwear, and began kissing him all over. She almost ripped off his shirt to get to his chest while he struggled to pull down his pants in his enthusiasm to 'test out' bimbo Sarah. Gigggling, she helped, grabbing the waist and jerking them down to his knees. Before he could really do anything else, she lowered herself onto him and began rocking back and forth. She made tiny 'eeps' as her rhythm increased, her voice becoming increasingly high pitched and breathy.

Tom enjoyed letting her do all the work, especially with such fervor. He had never seen Sarah like this. Even in their most fervent lovemaking she hadn't had this level of enthusiasm. Her empty-head expression and bimbo sounds ramped up the experience more than he could have imagined. She jerked her head back, making a sound somewhere between a whimper and a soft scream as she came. The sensation was enough to bring Tom to a climax as well, and he emptied his load into her.

She fell off him and lay limply on the couch. Tom slowly sat up. "Sarah?" he asked softly. "oooh..." she murmured dreamily, enjoying the afterglow, "that felt sooo good."

Tom smiled at her expression. Her eyes fluttered; she seemed like she was on the verge of falling asleep. He easily lifted her from the couch and carried her to bed.

The next morning Tom awoke to find Sarah already gone.