Courtney Danielson watched her parents' car disappear down the driveway, a sly grin spreading across her face. At twenty-one, she had the house to herself—or so Joe and Natalie thought. In reality, her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend Michael Anderson was already slipping through the back door, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your folks really bought that solo weekend story?" he teased as they crept upstairs. Courtney shot back, "Please, they’re too busy playing romantic getaway to notice I’ve upgraded their bed. Now shut up and follow me before I change my mind." They burst into the master bedroom, the king-sized mattress gleaming like an invitation.
Michael pulled her close, his hands roaming her ass as their lips met in a hungry kiss. "You’re trouble, you know that? Sneaking me in here like some horny rebel." Courtney laughed, pushing him onto the bed and straddling him briefly. "And you love it. I’m feeling extra wet already—don’t tell me you’re not hard as a rock." She ground against him, feeling his cock strain through his jeans. "Witty as ever, but let’s see if that mouth’s good for more than sarcasm. How about a quick blowjob to start?" Michael grinned, but she was already unzipping him, her strong hands taking charge.
They stripped in a flurry of clothes, Courtney’s body pressing him down as she whispered, "I’m so horny I could ride you raw, but missionary it is—my rules." She lay back on the mattress, pulling him on top, her legs wrapping tight with feet hooked at the small of his back, knees bent high. No pill, no condom—they’d skipped that in the rush, and the thrill made her pussy drip. Michael thrust in, his cock filling her completely as they held each other fiercely, her breasts flattening against his chest with every move.
"God, you’re so tight and wet," he panted between kisses, sweating already. "Tell me how bad you want this." Courtney dug her nails into his back, spurring him on with sharp wit. "Harder, Michael—fuck my pussy like you mean it, or I’ll flip us and take over. Feel that dripping heat? That’s all you." Their bodies moved in sync, her ass lifting to meet each thrust, the bed creaking under their urgency.
"You’re gonna make me come so fast," he groaned, kissing her deeply. She replied, "Not before I do—keep going, I’m close." The tension built to a shattering peak; Courtney came first, her walls clenching around him as Michael followed, pumping cum deep inside with a final, panting thrust. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, hearts racing.
Courtney smirked up at him, still locked in that intimate hold. "Not bad for round one, but next time we’re trying the shower." Michael chuckled, brushing hair from her face. "You’re insatiable—and I’m not complaining." As they caught their breath, the thrill of the forbidden lingered like a secret promise.
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