The apartment felt strangely empty without the usual holiday bustle of roommates and family visits. Michael Anderson pushed open the door, his sandy blonde hair dusted with snow, blue-gray eyes scanning the living room where festive lights blinked softly. At twenty-two, he was fit from campus workouts, but right now all he wanted was to unwind. Courtney Danielson lounged on the couch, her chestnut hair with auburn highlights catching the glow, blue-green eyes sparkling with intent. She was twenty-one, curvy at five-foot-five and one-thirty, and she looked far too pleased with herself.
"Finally, the place is ours for the whole break," Courtney said, rising with a confident sway. "No parents, no nosy friends—just us. What are you going to do about it, Anderson?" Her voice carried a teasing edge that always made him grin.
Michael dropped his bag and stepped closer. "I was thinking we could start with some eggnog and bad Christmas movies. But the way you're looking at me, Danielson, I suspect you've got other plans." He arched a brow, matching her wit. "Or are you just trying to get me under the mistletoe?"
She laughed, closing the distance until her body brushed his. "Mistletoe is for amateurs. I'm thinking we christen every room while we have the chance. Starting right here." Courtney's hands slid up his chest, strong and sure, not waiting for permission. "Unless you're worried about being too tired after finals."
"Tired? With you looking like that?" Michael pulled her in, their lips meeting in a kiss that quickly deepened. Hands roamed, clothes loosening as witty banter continued between breaths. "You're awfully bold tonight. What if I said I wanted to take it slow?"
Courtney nipped his ear. "Then I'd remind you I'm not the submissive type. Get that hard cock out and prove you're not all talk." The air thickened with heat as she tugged at his belt, her own sweater slipping off to reveal smooth skin. They stumbled toward the couch, shedding layers, the tension building with every sharp exchange.
"Horny much?" Michael teased, his hands cupping her ass as she pressed against him. "You're already wet and dripping, aren't you?"
"Find out for yourself," she shot back, guiding his fingers lower. Her pussy was slick and inviting, and she moaned softly when he stroked her. "Mmm, feels good, but I want more. How about a blowjob to start?" Courtney dropped to her knees with a wicked smile, taking his cock into her mouth, sucking with confident rhythm while he groaned and tangled fingers in her hair.
The blowjob lasted delicious minutes, her tongue working expertly until he was panting and rock hard. "Enough teasing," she declared, standing and pushing him onto the couch. Straddling him, she sank down onto his cock, her wet pussy enveloping him fully. They moved together, bodies sweating as she rode him with strong, rolling hips. "Deeper—yes, like that."
Michael thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass. "God, you feel incredible. So tight and hot." Their dialogue mixed moans and laughs: "Don't you dare come yet," she warned playfully. "I want to feel every inch." The pace quickened, her breasts bouncing, both of them lost in sensation until the climax hit—Courtney came first with a cry, clenching around him, and Michael followed, spilling cum deep inside without a second thought for protection.
They collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, hearts racing from the intensity. Courtney smirked against his shoulder. "Round one in the living room. Kitchen next?" The holiday stretched ahead, promising endless opportunities, but this forgetful passion was only the beginning of changes neither anticipated.
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