Horny Housewife Layla Ray Wakes You for Hard Morning Fuck & Huge Cumshot

The alarm was supposed to go off at 6:30, but Michael was still dead to the world, face buried in the pillow, sheets tangled around his legs. The bedroom smelled like last night’s takeout—faint garlic and soy sauce—and the ceiling fan clicked lazily overhead. Sunlight snuck through the half-open blinds, hitting the messy dresser piled with laundry.
Sarah slipped out of bed quietly at first. She wore that sheer black babydoll lingerie she’d bought on impulse last month, the kind with lace that barely covered anything. Her big ass jiggled softly as she padded to the bathroom, but halfway there she stopped. Looked back at him. Bit her lip. Heat was already pooling between her legs. Fuck it, she thought. Work could wait five minutes.
She climbed back onto the mattress, straddling his thighs carefully so she wouldn’t wake him too fast. Her hands slid under the sheet, finding his cock already half-hard from morning wood. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slow, feeling it thicken and pulse in her grip.
“Mmm… Michael,” she whispered, leaning down so her tits brushed his chest through the thin fabric. “Wake up, baby.”
He groaned, eyes still closed, hips twitching up into her hand. “What time…?”
“Time for this,” she said, voice low and needy. She tugged the sheet down, exposing him fully. Her pussy was already wet, lips slick as she rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, teasing herself. “I’ve been thinking about your dick all night.”
He finally cracked one eye open, saw her in the lingerie, that big jiggly ass hovering over him, and grinned sleepily. “Fuck, Sarah…”
She didn’t wait for more. She sank down, taking him in one slow slide. Her pussy stretched around his thick cock, warm and tight, and she let out a shaky moan. “God, yes… feels so good first thing.”
She started riding him in reverse cowgirl, facing the foot of the bed so he got the full view. Her ass cheeks clapped softly against his hips as she bounced, slow at first, then picking up speed. The bed creaked under them. She reached back, spreading herself wider so he could see his cock disappearing inside her wet hole.
“Look at that big ass twerking on your dick,” she panted, grinding down hard, circling her hips. Her cheeks shook with every movement, flesh rippling. He grabbed handfuls of it, squeezing, slapping lightly. The sound echoed in the quiet room.
“Shit, you’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, voice rough from sleep. He thrust up to meet her, making her gasp.
She spun around to face him, cowgirl now, tits bouncing under the babydoll as she rode faster. Her moans got louder—too loud probably. “Fuck me harder… please…”
He sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flipped them so she was on her back. The lingerie rode up around her stomach. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pounding deep in missionary. Skin slapped skin. Sweat started beading on her chest. She clawed at his back, nails digging in.
“Turn over,” he growled after a minute. “Want that ass up.”
She scrambled onto all fours, arching her back, presenting her big pale cheeks. He slid back in from behind, doggystyle POV view perfect—her ass jiggling with every thrust, pussy gripping him tight. He reached around, rubbing her clit fast. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle the screams, but it didn’t help much.
“Oh fuck—right there—don’t stop—”
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her side. Side fuck now, one of her legs up high. He hammered into her from that angle, cock hitting deep, her tits shaking with each pump. She was dripping down her thighs, the wet sounds filthy in the morning quiet.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered. “Cum with me—please—”
He sped up, grunting. “Where do you want it?”
“All over me,” she begged, eyes locked on his. “Cum all over my belly—my tits—fuck—”
He pulled out at the last second, stroking fast. Thick ropes shot across her stomach first, then up to her chest, splattering the lace of the babydoll. Some hit her chin. Huge cumshot, warm and sticky, pooling in the dip of her belly button. She rubbed it in with her fingers, moaning softly as aftershocks rolled through her.
They both collapsed, breathing hard. The fan kept clicking. Somewhere downstairs the coffee maker beeped—forgotten from last night.
Sarah laughed breathlessly, wiping a streak of cum off her cheek. “Shit… we’re gonna be late.”
Michael grinned, still half-hard against her thigh. “Worth it.”
She rolled over, kissed him quick, then sat up. Cum dripped down her skin as she grabbed a towel from the floor. “Shower. Now. And don’t think this gets you out of dishes tonight.”
He watched her big ass sway toward the bathroom, already thinking about round two after work.