Emily lounged on the wide windowsill in their small apartment, legs tucked under her, wearing just David’s oversized white button-up shirt. The morning light poured in, warming the green couch behind her. She scrolled on her phone, sipping coffee, hair a messy blonde tangle from sleep.
David walked in from the kitchen, still in sweatpants, smirking when he saw her like that. The shirt barely covered her thighs. He set his mug down quietly.
“Babe, your mom’s calling again,” she said, glancing up. “She’s asking about dinner plans this weekend.”
He stepped closer, hands sliding up her bare legs. “Answer it.”
Emily laughed softly. “Seriously?”
“Do it.” His voice dropped lower. Fingers tugged the shirt open a button.
She hit accept, putting it on speaker so she could hold the phone loosely. “Hey Mom, yeah I’m here.”
David knelt between her knees, pushing them apart. The shirt rode up. No panties. He grinned, leaning in to kiss her inner thigh.
Emily bit her lip. “Yeah, we’re thinking pasta… mm-hmm.”
His tongue flicked against her pussy. She jolted, free hand grabbing his hair. “Sorry, just… dropped something.”
Mom kept talking about recipes. David stood, shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out, already hard. He rubbed the head along her wet slit.
Emily’s breath hitched. “Mom, hold on, David’s… making noise in the kitchen.”
He pushed in slow. One long thrust. Her pussy stretched around him. She gasped, turning it into a cough.
“You okay honey?” Mom asked.
“Fine! Just… choked on coffee.” Emily’s voice cracked.
David started thrusting. Steady at first. The windowsill creaked under them. Sunlight caught her blonde hair swinging. Shirt flapped open, small tits bouncing free.
“Fuck,” she mouthed silently at him.
He gripped her hips harder. Skin slapped skin. Wet sounds filled the room. She tried keeping the phone steady.
Mom droned on about grocery lists.
Emily’s eyes rolled back. “Yeah… sounds good… ah—”
David slammed deeper. Rougher. Her legs wrapped his waist. Toes curled.
“Babe,” she whispered off-mic. “Harder.”
He obliged. Pounding now. The phone wobbled in her hand. She bit her knuckle to stay quiet.
Mom: “Emily? You still there?”
“Y-yeah! Just… stretching. Yoga.” Lie came out breathy.
David smirked, angled up to hit that spot. Emily’s back arched against the glass. Cold window on her shoulders. Hot cock filling her.
She was dripping. Slick ran down her ass. Shirt stuck to sweaty skin.
“Gotta go soon, Mom,” she panted. “Love you—bye!”
She dropped the phone onto the cushion. It bounced, still connected for a second before she jabbed end call.
“Fuck me,” she growled.
David yanked her off the sill. Spun her around. Bent her over the green couch arm. Shirt hiked up her back. Ass up.
He slammed back in. Doggy now. Hard. Fast. Balls slapping her clit.
Emily moaned loud. No more holding back. “Yes—fuck—right there!”
Hair in his fist. He pulled. Her head back. Mouth open.
“You love this shit, don’t you?” he grunted.
“God yes—don’t stop—”
Couch rocked. Springs squeaked. TV murmured in background, forgotten morning show.
He reached around. Fingers on her clit. Rubbed fast circles.
Emily shook. “I’m gonna cum—fuck—”
“Do it. Cum on my cock.”
She shattered. Pussy clenched hard. Legs trembled. High whine escaped her throat.
David kept pounding through it. Wet smacks louder. Her juices coated him.
He pulled out suddenly. Flipped her onto her back on the couch. Shirt fully open now. Tits heaving.
“Knees,” he ordered.
Emily dropped fast. Mouth open. Tongue out.
He stroked twice. Groaned deep. Thick ropes shot across her face. First hit her cheek. Second lips. Third chin. Dribbled down to her tits.
She gasped, eyes closed, cum dripping. Smiled messy.
David panted. “Holy shit.”
Emily wiped a streak off with her finger. Sucked it clean. “You almost made me drop the phone for real.”
He laughed. Helped her sit up. Shirt ruined. Face glazed.
Oven timer beeped from kitchen. Breakfast forgotten.
“Shit,” she said. “Pancakes are probably burnt.”
David pulled his pants up. “Worth it.”
Emily stood on shaky legs. Cum still on her face. She glanced at the window. “Hope the neighbors didn’t hear.”
He shrugged. “If they did, they’re jealous.”
She smirked, heading to clean up. Phone buzzed—Mom texting: You sure you’re okay? Sounded weird.
Emily typed back quick: *All good! Just busy *
She hit send. Looked at David. “Round two after breakfast?”
He grinned. “Lock the door this time.”

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