Courtney Danielson grinned as she tugged Michael Anderson through the front door, the empty house echoing with their footsteps. "Parents think they're off on some romantic getaway, but here we are claiming the master suite. Bold move, Anderson—think you can handle it?"
Michael chuckled, pulling her close. "Handle it? I'm the one who should be asking. Your mom's bed? That's dangerous territory, Courtney. What if they come back early?"
"They won't," she shot back, leading him upstairs with a sly wink. "And if they do, we'll just have to be quick. Or loud. Your choice." Once in the bedroom, clothes hit the floor in a rush of horny urgency, her hands roaming his hardening body.
"God, you're already so hard," Courtney teased, stroking his cock as they tumbled onto the sheets. "No blowjob tonight—I'm too wet and dripping for that. Get inside me now."
Michael kissed her deeply, positioning himself between her legs in missionary, her back flush against the mattress. "Demanding as always. Fine, but don't blame me when your pussy takes every inch." She hooked her feet at the small of his back, legs bent and pulled up, gripping him tight as he thrust in bare, no condom in sight.
Between panting kisses, their dirty talk flew sharp and witty. "Fuck, your cock feels amazing," she moaned, breasts flattening against his chest with each drive. "Deeper—make my ass bounce off these sheets. I'm not stopping till you cum hard."
Sweating and locked together, they built to a frantic rhythm until Courtney came first, clenching around him with a triumphant cry, spurring Michael to follow, spilling deep inside her. They collapsed in a tangled, satisfied heap.
As they caught their breath, Courtney smirked against his neck, hinting at the wild nights still ahead.
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