Promised Homework Help Turns Into Rough Kitchen Fuck – Amateur Couple

Jennifer sat at the cluttered kitchen table, surrounded by textbooks and notebooks. The 22-year-old had her dark hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing an old tank top and loose shorts. She’d been struggling with her college assignment for over an hour. Michael, her 25-year-old boyfriend, had promised to help when he got home from work.
“Michael, you said you’d look at this shit with me,” she called out, half-annoyed as she heard him moving around in the living room.
He walked into the kitchen still in his work t-shirt and jeans, looking tired but smiling. “Yeah yeah, I’m here. Let me see what you got.” He pulled up a chair next to her, his hand casually resting on her thigh as he leaned in to read the screen.
For the first ten minutes he actually tried. He explained a couple of points, pointing at the paper while she scribbled notes. But Jennifer kept shifting in her seat, and Michael’s hand slowly moved higher up her bare thigh. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and some TV noise drifting in from the neighbors.
“You’re not even paying attention anymore,” she teased, but didn’t push his hand away.
Michael grinned. “Hard to focus when your tits look like that in that top.” His fingers slipped under the hem of her shorts, brushing against her panties. Jennifer bit her lip and spread her legs a little wider without thinking.
The “homework” was quickly forgotten. Michael leaned in and kissed her neck, then her mouth, his hand now fully inside her shorts, rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric. She was already getting wet.
“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he muttered against her lips.
Jennifer laughed breathlessly. “Blame yourself. You said you’d help me study, not finger me.”
He didn’t answer with words. Instead he stood up, pulled her to her feet, and bent her over the kitchen table. Papers and pens scattered onto the floor. He yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion, exposing her ass and dripping pussy.
Michael dropped his jeans just enough to free his hard cock. He rubbed the head up and down her wet slit a few times, teasing her.
“Stop teasing and fuck me already,” Jennifer moaned, pushing back against him.
He pushed in hard, burying himself in one thrust. She gasped loudly, gripping the edge of the table. Michael grabbed her hips and started pounding her right there in the kitchen, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls. Her tank top rode up her back as he fucked her deep and fast.
“Shit, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groaned, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while he thrust.
Jennifer’s moans grew louder. She tried to keep it down in case the neighbors heard, but it was hard when he was hitting that spot just right. Her tits bounced against the table with every thrust. Michael reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly as he fucked her harder.
They changed positions quickly — real couple style, a little clumsy. He pulled out, sat on the chair, and she straddled him reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto his cock. Jennifer rode him hard, her ass bouncing in his lap while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his dick filled the kitchen.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” she panted.
Michael slapped her ass a couple times, making her moan louder. Sweat started forming on their skin. Her bun had completely come undone, messy hair sticking to her neck.
He stood up again, bending her over the counter this time, next to the sink. Plates from earlier were still there. He fucked her deep in long strokes, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit fast. Jennifer’s legs started shaking.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.
“Do it. Cum on my cock.”
Her pussy clenched hard around him as she came, moaning his name. Michael kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and spun her around. He pushed her down to her knees on the kitchen floor.
“Open your mouth.”
Jennifer took his cock between her lips, tasting her own juices. She sucked him eagerly, stroking the base while looking up at him. Michael groaned, holding her head as he fucked her mouth a few times before pulling out and stroking himself.
He came hard, thick ropes of cum landing on her tongue, lips, and chin. Some dripped down onto her tank top. She swallowed what was in her mouth and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, smiling up at him.
“Guess we’re not finishing that homework tonight,” she said with a laugh.
Michael helped her up, pulling her shorts back up. “We can try again tomorrow. After I fuck you again.”
They both cleaned up quickly, tossing the scattered papers back on the table. The kitchen smelled like sex now, mixed with the leftover dinner from earlier. Jennifer sat back down, still flushed and messy, while Michael grabbed a drink from the fridge like nothing happened.
Just another normal evening at home.