Courtney grinned as she unlocked the front door, pulling Michael inside with a playful shove. "Parents think they're off on some romantic getaway, leaving me the house to myself? Joke's on them—we're claiming the master bedroom tonight." Michael chuckled, his hands already sliding to her waist. "Bold move, Dani. What if they left a camera or something?" She arched an eyebrow, strong and unyielding. "Then they'll get a show worth watching. Now move it, Anderson—I'm already horny and you're wasting time."
They tumbled into the master suite, clothes shedding in a rush of laughter and sharp banter. "You sure about this?" Michael teased, his cock already hard against her thigh as she pushed him toward the bed. "Last chance to back out before I ride you senseless." Courtney smirked, stripping fully and climbing over him. "Please. I'm the one calling shots here—no pill, no IUD, and I don't care. Your move, or should I start with that blowjob you keep hinting at?"
Michael flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion, but she hooked her legs around him immediately, feet locking at the small of his back, knees bent tight. "Missionary it is, but don't think you're in charge," she panted, guiding his hard cock to her wet pussy. He thrust in deep, her breasts flattening against his chest with each powerful stroke, their bodies sweating and clinging. "God, you're dripping already," he groaned between kisses. "Feels like your pussy's begging for every inch."
"Shut up and fuck me harder," Courtney shot back, witty even as pleasure built, her ass lifting off the mattress to meet him. "Talk dirty or I'll flip us and take what I want." Their dialogue sparked hotter with every thrust: "You're so tight—gonna make me cum inside you," he grunted. She laughed breathlessly, "Do it, but only if you can keep up. I want that cum dripping out of me all night."
The rhythm intensified, bodies locked in urgent heat, her legs pulling him deeper as they panted and sweated through the frenzy. No condom in sight, just raw urgency driving them. Courtney came first with a sharp cry, her strong grip on his shoulders leaving marks, then Michael followed, spilling deep inside her with a final, grinding thrust.
They collapsed together, still intertwined, hearts racing from the explicit payoff. Courtney nipped his ear with a satisfied smile. "Not bad for round one, but next time we're trying the shower."
Little did they know, this stolen night would echo far beyond the bedroom walls.
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