Sara stretched her arms when she stood up from her bed. She looked at the blonde supe who had just entered the bedroom. Her head turned to have a better view of his face. It made her purse her lips into an appreciative grin, and she bit her bottom lip. Homelander was a man in his prime. She loved the fact that he was older than her; something about it turned her on and sent shivers down her spine. She loved the fact that he was mature, that age could be seen on his face when he smiled. Her eyes stared at his beautiful and perfect blonde hair. It looked like gold against her skin, and she loved to run her fingers through his golden locks. Her eyes averted from his hair to his eyes. They were an intense, uncanny blue, a color she knew was the result of the compound V running through his veins. They were the mirror of his soul, speaking of truths his mouth could hide, and they were beautiful. Sara nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes averted from his face to his chest.
Homelander was perfection made flesh. There was nothing that could compare to his uncanny beauty. She licked her bottom lip, unable to resist the sight before her. He always made her wet. She couldn't help herself after all. From the moment they met, Sara had felt the cold shiver of fear and the hot shiver of arousal go down to her loins. It stirred up something from deep within, and the more she studied his naked chest, the more she wanted to set her hands on him. So she walked towards him and held onto his towel. A grin graced her features, and she slowly pulled on it. The supe could tell his girl was hot for him. She became hot and bothered as soon as he stepped into their shared bedroom. He could feel she was genuine with him, a love stronger than the ugly truths about his past, stronger than those who tried to break them apart. He could smell her fear and her arousal mixed together in a delicious scent he was drunk with. Sara grinned and slowly untied his towel, just so she could make it drop to his feet.
Her black eyes grew wide as she saw his cock, and she sucked at her bottom lip and slowly ran her hand through her silky black locks. She didn't know how Homelander did it, but she couldn't resist him. She couldn't stop wanting him. Homelander cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. He flashed his wolfish grin and pressed his lips to her neck. The contact made Sara moan, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her knee pressed against his legs, and she gently pressed it against his cock. John groaned and nibbled on her skin. Sara closed her eyes briefly and ran her fingers through his blonde hair, and started to massage her scalp. He grabbed her by her ass and promptly lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cuddled John in a tight and warm embrace. She felt at peace; in a morning like this one, she was at peace. Homelander loved her. He wanted her. He made her feel safe, desired and wanted and it was priceless.
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