Master Bedroom Claim

Courtney tugged Michael through the quiet house, her parents safely miles away on their weekend escape. "They think I'm the perfect daughter home alone," she smirked, "but tonight this bed is ours." Michael grinned back, nerves mixing with heat. "Your call, but if they surprise us, we're both screwed." "Then let's make it worth the risk," she shot back, pushing open the master bedroom door.

They tumbled onto the king-sized mattress, lips crashing as hands roamed. "Your cock's already hard through those pants," Courtney teased, palming him. "And you're dripping wet just thinking about it," he countered. She laughed, strong and unyielding. "Prove it. Skip the blowjob—I want you now, no games." Clothes hit the floor in a rush, her body pressing his with equal fire.

Courtney pulled him atop her in missionary, back flush to the sheets, legs bent and hooked at his lower back. "Fuck me like you mean it," she panted, guiding his hard length to her wet pussy. He thrust deep, her breasts flattening against his chest with every move. "You're so tight—gonna fill you up," Michael groaned between kisses. "Do it, make my ass bounce while you pound me," she urged, voice sharp and commanding.

Sweating and panting, they moved faster, her strong thighs locking him in. "Your cock feels perfect—no condom, just raw and horny," Courtney whispered hotly. "Your pussy's gripping me so good, dripping all over," he replied, spurring her on. She met each thrust, dirty talk flying. "Harder—make me come first."

The rhythm built to a frenzy, bodies slick and urgent. Courtney's nails dug into his shoulders as waves hit her. "Yes—I'm coming!" she cried out. Michael followed, burying deep with a groan, his cum pulsing inside her unprotected depths.

They collapsed together, still tangled, hearts racing from the intensity. "Round two later?" she challenged with a wink. Little did they know this urgent night had already set nine months of consequences in motion.