Courtney Danielson slipped through the back door with a mischievous smirk, tugging her boyfriend Michael Anderson inside. "My parents are off playing lovebirds at some spa, so this place is ours for the weekend—or at least the parts worth claiming," she quipped, her eyes sparkling with defiance. Michael chuckled, pulling her close. "Bold move, sneaking me into the master bedroom. What if they left a camera?" Courtney arched an eyebrow, her voice sharp and playful. "Then they'll get a show worth watching. Now stop stalling and kiss me before I change my mind."
They raced upstairs, hearts pounding, and tumbled onto the king-sized bed. Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy of witty barbs. "You're already this horny?" Michael teased, his hands roaming her ass. "I thought you were the strong, independent type who didn't need a guy." Courtney shoved him onto his back for a quick, teasing blowjob, her tongue working magic as she pulled away. "Independent enough to demand what I want. Your cock's hard and dripping—don't make me wait."
She flipped them into position, her back flush against the mattress, legs bent at the knees and hooked around his waist. "Missionary it is, but I'm in charge," she panted, pulling him down so her breasts flattened against his chest with every move. Michael thrust into her wet pussy, no condom in sight amid the urgency. "God, you're tight and dripping already," he groaned between kisses. Courtney fired back, "And you're throbbing like you can't wait to fill me. Harder—make me feel every inch."
Their bodies moved in sync, sweating and panting as the rhythm built. "Spill that cum deep, Michael," she urged with a wicked grin, her feet digging into the small of his back. "Or are you all talk?" He matched her wit, thrusting deeper. "Talk? This cock's about to make you come screaming." She clenched around him, strong and unyielding, spurring him on with dirty whispers that left them both gasping.
The climax hit like a storm—Courtney cried out first, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook her, followed by Michael burying himself and coming hard inside her. They clung tighter, breaths mingling in the afterglow, the room thick with heat and satisfaction.
Courtney smirked up at him, still hooked in that intimate hold. "Round one down, and the night's young."
Little did they know, their reckless passion had already set something irreversible in motion.
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