Morning Creampie Quickie – Big Ass GF Fucked Raw Before Work

Jennifer woke up to the soft glow of early morning light sneaking through the half-closed blinds. The apartment was still quiet except for the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen and the distant sound of traffic outside. She stretched under the messy sheets, her oversized t-shirt riding up over her tiny waist and round, thick ass. Michael was already half-awake beside her, scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other rested lazily on her hip.
“Fuck, we’re gonna be late again,” Jennifer mumbled, but she didn’t move away. Instead she pressed her ass back against him, feeling his morning wood twitch through his boxers. They had been together long enough that these lazy mornings often turned into something more. No fancy setup, no lights or tripods — just her phone propped up with the flashlight on because the room was still dim.
Michael set his phone down and slid his hand under her shirt, squeezing one of her soft tits. “Five minutes,” he whispered against her neck, his voice still rough from sleep. Jennifer laughed quietly. “You always say five minutes.”
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs without much ceremony. Michael pushed her t-shirt higher, exposing her bare pussy. No panties — she rarely wore them to bed anymore. He leaned down and gave her a quick, messy kiss before moving lower. His tongue flicked over her clit a few times, making her hips twitch. She tasted a little musky from the night before, but that only turned him on more.
“Shit, you’re already wet,” he said, voice low. Jennifer grabbed the back of his head for a second, then let go. “Hurry up. I want your cock inside me.”
Michael didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked his boxers off and climbed between her thighs. The phone light cast harsh shadows across their bodies, making everything look raw and real. He rubbed the head of his thick cock up and down her slit, coating it with her juices, then pushed in slowly at first. Jennifer gasped and bit her lip as he stretched her open.
“Oh fuck… yeah, just like that,” she moaned. The bed creaked softly as he started thrusting. It wasn’t gentle. They didn’t have time for slow and romantic. Michael gripped her hips and fucked her with steady, deep strokes, their skin slapping together in the quiet room. Jennifer’s big ass jiggled every time he bottomed out, the sound mixing with her growing moans.
They switched positions clumsily. Jennifer turned over onto all fours, arching her back to push that thick ass up toward him. Michael groaned at the view and slid back inside her from behind. The new angle made her moan louder. “Harder… fuck me harder, baby,” she begged, gripping the sheets.
He obliged, pounding into her with more force. The phone wobbled a little on the nightstand but kept recording. Sweat started to form on their skin even though it was still cool in the apartment. Jennifer reached back and spread one ass cheek, giving him an even better look at his cock disappearing into her tight pussy.
“God, your ass looks so good taking my dick,” Michael panted. He slapped her cheek lightly, making it ripple. Jennifer pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet, squelching sounds of her pussy filled the room along with her urgent little whimpers.
They could hear the neighbor’s door slam somewhere down the hall and both froze for half a second, laughing breathlessly. “Shhh,” Jennifer whispered, even though she was the one being loud. Michael just grinned and kept fucking her, a little slower now but still deep.
After a few minutes he pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. He wanted to see her face when he came. Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid back in. Their bodies moved together faster, the headboard tapping lightly against the wall. She reached down and rubbed her clit in quick circles while he drove into her.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “Don’t pull out… fill me up.”
Michael’s thrusts became erratic. He buried his face in her neck, breathing hard. “Fuck, Jen… here it comes.” His cock pulsed inside her as he unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Jennifer moaned loud and long, her own orgasm hitting right after. Her walls clenched around him, milking every drop.
He stayed inside her for a moment, both of them panting. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of his cum leaked from her used pussy and ran down toward her ass. Jennifer reached down and rubbed it around her clit lazily, smiling up at him.
“Happy one million views or whatever,” she teased, referencing the silly little celebration they had joked about the night before.
Michael laughed and grabbed the phone to stop the recording. “We really need to get ready for work now.”
Jennifer sat up, cum still dripping down her thigh. She pulled her t-shirt back down and headed toward the bathroom, walking a little bow-legged. “You make the coffee. I’ll jump in the shower real quick. And next time, set an earlier alarm, dumbass.”
The kitchen smelled like last night’s leftover takeout as Michael stood up and pulled his boxers back on. The whole encounter had taken maybe ten minutes, but it left them both relaxed and grinning like idiots. Just another messy, perfect morning in their small apartment — raw, rushed, and exactly how they liked it.