Real Amateur Couple Tender Morning Sex with Creampie – Big Cock Cowgirl Ride

Karen woke up first, like always. The bedroom smelled faintly of last night’s takeout and Scott’s cologne still clinging to the sheets. Sunlight slipped through the half-open blinds, hitting the rumpled comforter and her bare shoulder. She stretched, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from the night before.
Scott was still asleep beside her, face buried in the pillow, one arm thrown across her waist. His breathing was slow and deep. She watched his chest rise and fall for a minute, smiling at how his hair stuck up in the back. Twenty-three and he still slept like a teenager.
She slipped closer, pressing her tits against his back. Her nipples hardened instantly from the cool air and the warmth of his skin. Karen nuzzled his neck, kissing lightly. “Hey,” she whispered. “It’s almost seven.”
He groaned, not opening his eyes. “Five more minutes.”
She giggled softly and slid her hand down his stomach, fingers brushing the trail of hair leading lower. He was already half-hard under the sheet. “You sure?”
Scott cracked one eye open, smirking. “Traitor. Using my morning wood against me.”
Karen shifted, climbing on top of him carefully so she straddled his hips. The sheet slipped down, exposing her heavy breasts swaying as she moved. They were big and natural, the kind that always drew his hands first thing. She leaned down, kissing him slow and lazy, tongues touching just enough to wake them both up properly.
He cupped her tits, thumbs circling her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth. “Fuck, Karen… you feel so good already.”
She rocked her hips gently, feeling his cock thicken against her pussy lips. She was wet from just thinking about it, slick and ready. No foreplay needed this morning—just the quiet need that built up overnight.
Scott’s hands slid to her ass, squeezing. “Ride me,” he murmured against her lips. “Want to watch you.”
Karen sat up straighter, reaching between them to guide him. His cock was thick, the head already shiny. She rubbed it along her slit a few times, coating him, then sank down slowly. Inch by inch he filled her, stretching her pussy in that perfect way that made her gasp.
“Oh god,” she breathed, pausing when he bottomed out. “You’re so big… always feels like the first time.”
He groaned, hands gripping her hips. “You’re so fucking tight. Move, baby.”
She started rocking, slow at first. Her tits bounced with each motion, nipples hard and pink. Scott stared up at her like she was the only thing in the world, eyes dark with want. He reached up, palming her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
Karen picked up speed, grinding down harder. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding on his cock filled the quiet room. Skin slapped softly—nothing crazy, just real, steady rhythm. She braced her hands on his chest, nails digging in a little.
“Like that?” she asked, voice breathy.
“Fuck yes. Ride it harder.”
She did. Her ass slapped against his thighs now, tits jiggling wildly. Scott thrust up to meet her, driving deeper. She moaned louder than she meant to, then bit her lip, remembering the thin walls.
“Shh,” he laughed quietly. “Don’t want the neighbors knowing you’re getting fucked first thing.”
Karen grinned, leaning forward so her breasts pressed against his chest. She kissed him deep while rolling her hips in tight circles. His cock hit that spot inside her over and over.
“Scott… I’m close,” she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. One hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit. He rubbed firm circles while she kept riding.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”
That did it. Her whole body tensed, thighs shaking as the orgasm hit. She buried her face in his neck, moaning his name low and desperate. Her pussy clenched hard around him, pulsing.
Scott groaned, thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck… gonna cum. Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” she gasped. “Fill me up.”
He gripped her ass tight, slamming up once, twice. Then he buried himself deep and came with a rough grunt. Hot spurts flooded her pussy, thick and warm. She felt every pulse, milking him with her aftershocks.
They stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard. His cock twitched inside her, softening slowly. Cum started leaking out around him, slick on her thighs.
Karen lifted her head, kissing him softly. “Good morning.”
He chuckled, brushing hair from her sweaty face. “Best alarm clock ever.”
She giggled and carefully climbed off, wincing a little as his cock slipped free. A thick glob of cum dripped out onto his stomach. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping them both up messily.
Scott watched her, still half-hard and shiny. “You’re leaking my load already.”
“Shut up,” she said, blushing but smiling. She tossed the tissue in the trash and flopped beside him.
He pulled her close, spooning her from behind. His hand rested on her breast, thumb stroking lazily. “We should probably get up. Work in like forty minutes.”
Karen sighed. “Five more minutes.”
He kissed her shoulder. “Deal.”
The alarm on his phone started buzzing across the room. They both groaned.
Reality crashed back in—the smell of coffee she needed to brew, the laundry pile in the corner, the day ahead. But for now, they stayed tangled in the sheets, cum still warm between her legs, hearts beating in sync.
Just another Tuesday morning for them.