"Can we at least turn on the TV so that I can watch my shows while we do this?" Sarah asked testily.
Jon was feeling magnominious. "Sure thing," he said. Anything that made it easier to fuck Sarah's brains out would be a good thing. He didn't care if she was enthusiastic, just that she was willing. "Will it help if I take you anally?"
"All right," Sarah sighed. Anal sex was one of her least favorite forms of sex, which seemed to make it one of Jon's favorites. Of all the rotton luck. "At least the pictures won't be upside down then." She turned on the TV, shucked off her clothes and bent over. Jon stripped as well, grasped Sarah by the hips and slid his cock between her butt cheeks.
Sarah paid more attention to the TV than to Jon, watching insipid (from his standpoint) shows about lonely housewives who had sex with each other, reality shows where teen girls learned how to be strippers and women had sex with animals for prizes. Aside from the occasional grunt or "Are you done yet?" Sarah was silent. Finally Jon found release. Sarah stood up and said, "Anything else you'd like to do, or is that all for tonight?"
Jon thought for a moment. Sarah couldn't resist anything he asked her in private. Did he ask for more? If he did, what would it be?
