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Linda stood at the kitchen counter, stirring pasta sauce while the TV droned in the living room. The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled the small apartment. Her blonde hair was tied up messily, a few strands sticking to her sweaty neck from the hot stove.
Michael came up behind her, still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up. He pressed against her big ass, hands sliding over her hips. “Smells good,” he muttered, but his voice was low, distracted.
She smirked, pushing back a little. “Sauce or me?”
He chuckled, fingers already tugging at her leggings. “Both. But mostly you.”
They’d been teasing all day with texts. Quick messages about what he wanted to do when he got home. Now the kids were at her sister’s, and the clock showed only 7:15. Plenty of time before the sauce burned.
He yanked her leggings down just enough, exposing her pale cheeks and the dark blonde hair between her legs. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy from thinking about this all afternoon. He groaned, rubbing his cock through his jeans against her crack.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he said, voice rough.
Linda bent forward more, bracing on the counter. “Been wet since lunch. Hurry up.”
He unzipped fast, pulling his hard cock out. Thick, veiny, already leaking at the tip. He spat on his hand, slicked himself, then rubbed the head against her asshole. She had that tight little ring, always resistant at first.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, pressing in slow.
She hissed through her teeth. “Fuck… it’s tight today.”
He pushed harder. The head popped past the ring with a wet sound. Linda gasped loud, gripping the counter edge. “Oh shit—slow!”
But he didn’t stop. Inch by inch he fed his cock into her ass. Her hole stretched wide around him, pink skin pulling taut. She whimpered, shifting her weight, trying to adjust. The burn was intense, that familiar ache that always made her pussy drip more.
“Goddamn, so fucking tight,” Michael grunted. His hands gripped her wide hips, fingers digging into soft flesh.
Halfway in, he paused. Let her breathe. She panted, forehead against a cupboard door. The TV laughed in the background—some stupid sitcom.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah… keep going. Stretch me.”
He slid deeper. Full now. Balls against her hairy pussy. She moaned low, rocking back a tiny bit. The fullness made her clit throb without being touched.
He started thrusting. Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out, watching her hole gape a little before pushing back in. Skin slapped softly against skin. The kitchen light caught the sweat on her back.
“Fuck yes,” she breathed. “Harder now.”
He picked up speed. Gripping her hair, pulling her head back gently. Her big ass jiggled with each thrust. Wet smacking sounds filled the room—his cock plunging into her lubed ass, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs.
She reached back, rubbing her clit furiously. Fingers sliding through thick pubic hair, circling her swollen nub. “Don’t stop—fuck my ass!”
Michael pounded faster. The counter rattled. A spoon clattered to the floor. Neither cared. Her moans got louder, raw, needy.
“Take it, you dirty girl,” he growled. “Daddy’s little slut loves it up the ass.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Yeah… fuck your luder harder!”
He slammed in deep. Held. Ground against her. She cried out, body shaking. Her asshole clenched around him like a vise.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “Fuck—keep going!”
He didn’t let up. Relentless thrusts. Her fingers blurred on her clit. Then she broke—body jerking, ass pulsing around his cock. A gush of wetness coated her hand, dripping to the tile.
“Oh fuck—yes!” she yelled, voice cracking.
That pushed him over. He buried deep, groaning loud. Cock throbbing, pumping thick ropes of cum into her stretched hole. Pulse after pulse. Hot and messy inside her.
He stayed buried a moment, both panting. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back.
Finally he pulled out slow. Her asshole winked, cum leaking out in a white trickle down her crack, mixing with her pussy juices. She stayed bent over, catching her breath.
“Jesus,” Michael muttered, tucking himself away. “That was intense.”
Linda straightened, wincing a little as she pulled her leggings up. Cum smeared between her cheeks. She turned, kissed him quick. “Sauce is probably fucked now.”
He laughed, glancing at the pot. Bubbles overflowed onto the stove. “Worth it.”
She swatted his arm. “Clean that up while I wipe my ass. And turn the TV down—neighbors probably heard everything.”
He grinned, already grabbing paper towels. “Next time we do it in the bedroom. Maybe.”
She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Yeah right. You always say that.”
They moved around each other like always—him scrubbing the stove, her checking the pasta. Normal again. Except for the warm ache in her ass and the sticky feeling between her legs. Just another Thursday night.