Courtney smirked as she tugged Michael through the front door, the empty house echoing with their footsteps. "Parents think I'm the perfect daughter, all alone for the weekend," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "They have no idea I'm about to corrupt their precious master bedroom with you."
Michael laughed, following her upstairs. "If your dad found out, he'd have my head. But damn, the risk makes it hotter." Courtney pushed open the bedroom door and shoved him onto the king-sized bed. "Less talk, more action. I've been dripping wet thinking about this all day."
They kissed fiercely, hands roaming as clothes hit the floor. "You're so horny," Michael murmured against her lips. "What about that blowjob you promised last week?" She grinned, strong and unyielding, straddling him briefly. "Save it for later—right now I want that hard cock inside me. No pulling out either."
Courtney pulled him into missionary position, her back flush against the mattress, legs hooked around him with feet at the small of his back and knees bent tight. She held him close, breasts flattening against his chest with every move. "Fuck me hard," she panted between kisses. "Your cock feels so good stretching my pussy."
Michael thrust deeper, sweating as their bodies moved in rhythm. "You're so wet and dripping—god, this ass is perfect," he groaned. Courtney bit his lip, witty and bold. "Harder, or I'll take control. Don't stop until you fill me with cum." Their urgency built, no condom in sight, her strong grip spurring him on.
They came together in a rush, bodies shuddering as he spilled inside her, both panting and slick with sweat. Courtney held him tighter, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was worth sneaking you in."
As they lay tangled in the sheets, the night still young, Courtney whispered something that hinted at far more trouble ahead.
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