Luis and Miranda had just turned eighteen, best friends since forever, and tonight his parents were gone, leaving the house all theirs. "Let's cook naked," Miranda suggested with a wicked grin, already peeling off her shirt. "It'll be liberating, and no one to judge our terrible skills." Luis laughed, stripping down too, his eyes flicking over her curves. "You sure? Last time we cooked, we burned everything. Now we're adding full frontal to the chaos." She tossed her clothes aside, standing tall and unashamed. "Scared you'll get distracted by my ass?" Their banter flew as they prepped ingredients, Miranda chopping veggies while Luis stirred a pot, both stealing glances that lingered. "Your cock's already twitching," she teased, noticing his growing hardness. "Horny much from the heat?" He shot back, "Says the one whose pussy's looking wet and dripping—don't think I can't see." Tension crackled hotter than the stove. Soon they abandoned the meal, bodies pressing close. Miranda pushed him against the counter, strong hands guiding as she dropped for a blowjob, her mouth working his hard cock while he groaned, sweating and panting. "Fuck, you taste good," she murmured between licks. They shifted to wild sex on the floor, her riding him with fierce rhythm, ass bouncing as his cock thrust deep into her pussy. She came first, then he followed, cum spilling as they panted in the afterglow. "That was just the appetizer," Miranda whispered, already plotting more.
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