Courtney Danielson grinned as she unlocked the front door, pulling Michael Anderson inside with a playful shove. "Parents think they've got the house to themselves this weekend? Joke's on them—I've got the master bedroom all to myself, and you're the surprise guest." Michael chuckled, his eyes already darkening with desire. "Bold move, sneaking your boyfriend into the parental palace. What if they come back early?" She arched an eyebrow, strong and unyielding. "Then we'll give them a show worth the trip. Now shut up and follow me upstairs—I'm horny as hell."
They barely made it to the king-sized bed before clothes started flying. Courtney pushed him down first, her hands firm as she straddled him briefly for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working his cock until it was rock hard and throbbing. "Mmm, look at this hard cock," she purred between licks, "ready to make my pussy drip." Michael groaned, flipping her onto her back in one swift move, but she met him with equal fire, her legs wrapping around him possessively.
"No pulling out tonight," she whispered sharply as he positioned himself, her feet hooking at the small of his back, knees bent and pulled up tight. "I'm not on anything, and I don't give a damn—make it count." Their bodies aligned perfectly in missionary, her breasts flattening against his chest with every thrust as they held on tight. "God, your pussy's so wet and dripping," he panted, driving deeper. She laughed wickedly, spurring him on. "That's right, fuck me harder—feel how my ass clenches every time you hit that spot?"
Sweating and panting, they built a rhythm that left them both gasping between kisses. "You're so tight, Courtney—gonna make me come already," Michael muttered, his voice laced with urgency. She bit his lip, strong and commanding. "Not yet, lover. Talk dirty to me—tell me how you're filling my pussy with that cum." Their dirty talk escalated, witty barbs turning filthy: "Bet you wish you'd worn a condom, but too late now," she teased, legs locking tighter as waves of pleasure built.
The climax hit like a storm—Michael thrust deep one final time, groaning as he came inside her, his cum flooding her unprotected depths while she arched and cried out, her own orgasm milking him dry. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts racing, bodies slick with sweat.
Courtney smirked up at him, still catching her breath. "Round two in the shower, or are you tapping out already?" But as they drifted off tangled in the sheets, a single tantalising thought lingered unspoken between them—this reckless night was only the beginning.
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