Jason had been chilling at his buddy Mark’s place all afternoon, helping move some heavy boxes like good friends do. Emily, Mark’s girlfriend, was there the whole time in her tight little tank top and tiny shorts, acting all sweet and helpful while giving Jason those lingering looks. She was the classic coquette type—always smiling too much, touching his arm when she laughed, bending over just enough to show off her ass. Mark had stepped out to grab beers and some takeout, leaving the two of them alone in the messy apartment.
Emily was in the kitchen wiping down the counter, humming along to the TV playing in the background. The place smelled like leftover pizza and her sweet vanilla body spray. Jason leaned against the doorway watching her, his cock already twitching in his sweatpants. She knew he was staring.
“You gonna just stand there or help me?” she asked with that teasing grin, glancing back over her shoulder.
He walked up behind her, close enough that his chest brushed her back. “Mark’s gonna be gone for at least twenty minutes,” he muttered, his hand sliding onto her waist.
Emily didn’t pull away. Instead she pushed her ass back against him lightly. “You’re bad,” she whispered, but her voice was already breathy. “What if he comes back early?”
“That’s what makes it hot.” Jason’s hand slipped under her tank top, cupping one of her soft tits. Her nipple hardened instantly against his palm. She let out a small gasp and pressed harder into him, feeling his cock growing thick against her ass.
She turned around fast, her face flushed. “We shouldn’t…” But her hand was already rubbing the front of his pants. Jason kissed her hard, tongues sliding messy and urgent. No romance, just pure need. Her mouth tasted like the cherry lip gloss she always wore.
In seconds he had her tank top pulled up, sucking on her tits right there by the sink. Emily moaned softly, her fingers in his hair. “Fuck, Jason… you’re so much bigger than him.” That comment made his cock throb even harder.
He spun her around again, bending her over the counter. Dishes clattered a little but neither cared. He yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion, exposing her smooth, already wet pussy. “Look at you, dripping for your boyfriend’s friend,” he growled, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down her slit.
Emily whimpered, pushing back. “Just fuck me already. Quick.”
Jason didn’t need telling twice. He pushed inside her tight pussy in one steady thrust, groaning at how hot and slick she felt. She was soaking, gripping him perfectly. He started pounding her right away, hips slapping against her ass with loud, wet smacks. The sound mixed with the TV noise, but it was still risky as hell.
“Oh shit… yes,” Emily moaned, gripping the edge of the counter. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Jason reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her deeper, feeling her pussy clench around his cock. She was trying to stay quiet but failing, little gasps and whimpers escaping every time he bottomed out.
He grabbed her hair gently, pulling her head back. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked like a slut while your man is out.”
“Yes… fuck me harder,” she begged, voice shaky. Sweat was already making her skin shiny. Jason railed her faster, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the kitchen. He could feel her getting close, her walls fluttering around him.
The front door was unlocked. Mark could walk in any second. That danger made everything more intense. Jason smacked her ass lightly, watching it jiggle. Emily came hard, biting her lip to muffle her cry, her pussy pulsing and gushing around his cock.
He didn’t stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing his own. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” he warned.
“Do it,” she gasped. “Fill me up.”
With a deep groan Jason buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her spasming pussy. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper until it started leaking out around his cock.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then reality hit. Jason pulled out quickly, his cum dripping down her thighs. Emily stood up fast, yanking her shorts and panties back up, trapping his load inside her. She fixed her tank top, face still flushed.
“Shit, that was close,” she whispered with a naughty smile, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead.
Jason pulled his pants up, his cock still semi-hard and shiny with their juices. He gave her ass one last squeeze. “Next time Mark leaves, text me.”
She nodded, biting her lip as she felt his cum soaking her panties. The sound of a car door outside made them both jump. Emily rushed to the sink like she was cleaning again. Jason grabbed a glass of water, trying to look casual.
Mark walked in a minute later with the beers and food, none the wiser. “Miss anything?” he asked.
Emily glanced at Jason with a secret little smirk. “Nah, just the usual.”
Jason sat down on the couch, heart still racing, already thinking about the next time he’d bend his friend’s flirty girlfriend over and fuck her raw again. The risk, the quick desperate pounding, her tight pussy milking him—it was addictive as hell.

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