Sarah couldn’t concentrate.
How could you when all you could think about was fucking the boy next door?
Chemistry couldn’t compare to that.
Sarah sat in class and pondered the situation. It had to happen today. She had stared at him long enough. She needed to have sex and she wanted him to give it to her hard.
She imagined how it would play out. She would invite him over for something (she would have to think up an excuse) and then she would just start kissing him, dropping her robe and showing off her sexy new lingerie.
Maybe she would drop to her knees and unbuckle his pants, pulling out his thick cock and sucking on it greedily. Letting his precum slide down her throat as he face fucked her hard.
Maybe he would push her against the arm of the couch, spreading her legs and sucking her tasty pussy until she came so hard she saw stars.
Maybe she would take him by the hand upstairs and lay on the bed, watching him stalk towards her like a predator and then he would fuck her so hard that she couldn’t help but scream, sure that the neighbours would hear. But after all, he was the neighbour right?
Yes. Sarah thought as she licked her lips unconsciously. Today was definately the day.

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