Michael Anderson had just blown out the candles on his twenty-second birthday cake when Courtney Danielson pulled him into their bedroom with a wicked grin. At twenty-one, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted, her chestnut hair with auburn highlights tumbling over her shoulders as she shoved him against the wall. "Happy birthday, babe," she purred, her blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've got a gift that doesn't need wrapping—unless you count that hard cock of yours." Michael laughed, but the tension crackled as she pressed against him, already unbuttoning his shirt. "You're awfully bold tonight. What happened to playing it safe?"
Courtney smirked, strong hands sliding down to palm his growing erection through his jeans. "Safe is boring. I want you raw tonight—no condoms, no pulling out. I'm horny as hell, and I plan to feel every drop." Her words hit like a spark, and Michael groaned, already sweating at the thought. She dropped to her knees with a wink, freeing his cock and wrapping her lips around it in a slow, teasing blowjob that had him panting within seconds. "Fuck, Courtney, you're killing me," he managed between breaths, but she just hummed in response, taking him deeper while her fingers dug into his ass possessively.
"Mmm, that's it—get nice and hard for me," she said, pulling back to stroke him with a firm grip. "I want this dripping down my thighs by morning." They tumbled onto the bed, clothes discarded in a frenzy, and Courtney climbed on top, straddling him with her wet pussy hovering just above his cock. "You ready to fuck me senseless?" she teased, lowering herself inch by inch until he filled her completely. Michael thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips as she rode him with powerful rolls of her body, her ass slapping against his thighs.
"God, your pussy feels incredible—tight and dripping already," he gasped, the room filling with the sounds of their panting and skin on skin. Courtney leaned down, biting his lip playfully. "That's because I've been thinking about this all day. No birth control, no regrets—just you pumping me full." She ground harder, chasing her pleasure with sharp, witty commands: "Deeper, Michael. Make me come first." He obliged, flipping them only for her to reclaim control, her strong thighs pinning him as she bounced faster.
The build was electric, sweat slicking their bodies as she whispered filthy encouragement. "That's it, fill me up—I'm so wet for you." Michael came with a shuddering groan, his cum pulsing deep inside her as she followed right after, clenching around him with a triumphant cry. They collapsed together, hearts racing, the air thick with satisfaction and the faint promise of consequences neither voiced aloud.
Courtney traced lazy circles on his chest, her voice soft but laced with that same fire. "Best birthday ever, right?"
Little did they know this reckless night was only the beginning of a lifetime of surprises.
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