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Fucking My Friend’s Flirty Girlfriend Raw Homemade Sex

kamtcho — Mon, 13 Apr 2026 19:51:23 +0000

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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Big Natural Tits Tight Pussy Quick Fuck Before Dinner

kamtcho — Mon, 13 Apr 2026 12:44:26 +0000

Michael came home from work tired as hell, kicking off his boots by the front door. The apartment smelled like garlic and onions—Jessica was in the tiny kitchen stirring pasta sauce on the stove. She had on an old tank top and loose shorts, her hair up in a messy bun with strands sticking to her neck from the heat. The TV in the living room was playing some random sitcom with the volume low.
“Hey babe,” she called without turning around. “Food’s almost ready. Long day?”
“Yeah, fucking brutal.” He walked up behind her, hands sliding around her waist. Jessica was curvy in all the right places—those big natural tits straining against the thin fabric, wide hips, and a round, firm ass that always drove him crazy. He pressed against her, inhaling the mix of her shampoo and the dinner cooking.
She laughed softly. “Michael, I’m trying to cook here.”
But he didn’t pull away. His hands moved up, cupping her heavy breasts through the tank top. Her nipples hardened instantly under his palms. “You feel so good,” he muttered, kissing the side of her neck. Jessica leaned back into him, her ass grinding lightly against his growing cock.
The trigger hit fast. One second they were doing normal couple shit, the next his hand was sliding down into her shorts. No panties underneath. His fingers found her already wet pussy, slick and warm. “Shit, you’re soaked,” he groaned.
Jessica gasped, gripping the edge of the counter. “We shouldn’t… the sauce is on the stove.”
“Fuck the sauce.” He tugged her shorts down in one quick motion. They pooled around her ankles. Her big round ass was right there, pale and perfect. Michael freed his hard cock from his work pants, stroking it once before rubbing the head along her slit. She was tight—always so fucking tight no matter how many times they did this.
He pushed in slow at first, feeling her stretch around him. Jessica moaned loud, then bit her lip. “Quiet, the neighbors…”
But once he was buried deep, the pace changed. Michael started thrusting harder, skin slapping against skin in the small kitchen. Her big natural tits bounced heavily with every stroke, swinging under the tank top. He reached around and yanked the fabric up, letting them spill out fully. They felt warm and heavy in his hands as he squeezed them, pinching her nipples.
“Oh fuck, Michael… right there,” she panted. The wet sounds of her tight pussy taking his cock filled the room, mixing with the faint TV noise and the bubbling sauce. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto him harder. Her ass jiggled with each impact.
They adjusted clumsily—Jessica bent lower over the counter, knocking a wooden spoon to the floor. Michael kicked her shorts aside so she could spread her legs wider. The position let him go deeper, hitting that spot that made her legs shake.
Sweat was already beading on her back. Her messy bun was coming undone, hair falling around her face. “Harder,” she begged in that urgent whisper. “Fuck me harder.”
He gave it to her, pounding her tight pussy with raw, steady strokes. The sound was filthy—wet smacks, her moans, his grunts. One of her big tits rested on the cool counter edge as she braced herself. Michael reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he fucked her.
Jessica came first, sudden and hard. Her walls clenched around his cock, pulsing tight. “I’m cumming… fuck!” She tried to stay quiet but failed, a sharp cry escaping. Her whole body trembled, pussy gushing wetter around him.
That pushed him over. Michael buried himself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her. He kept thrusting through it, messy and sloppy, until every drop was inside her tight pussy. When he finally pulled out, a thick creampie leaked down her thigh.
They stood there panting for a second. Jessica’s face was flushed, tits still out, shorts around one ankle. Michael tucked his softening cock back into his pants.
“Shit, the pasta,” she said with a breathless laugh, quickly turning off the burner. Sauce had thickened too much. She pulled her tank top down and stepped out of the shorts, wiping between her legs with a paper towel.
Michael grinned, grabbing plates from the cabinet. “Worth it.”
They ate dinner half-dressed at the small table, her hair still wild, a little cum still dripping down her leg under the table. The TV kept playing in the background like nothing happened. Just another normal evening that turned into raw, quick kitchen sex—the kind of real shit that happened all the time in their apartment.
After they finished eating, Jessica stood up to clear the dishes. Michael watched her big natural tits move under the thin top and her ass as she walked. He already felt his cock twitch again. She caught him looking and smirked.
“Round two after the dishes?” she asked.
“Fuck yes.”
The story captured that everyday amateur vibe—nothing scripted, just a real couple sneaking in a hot, messy fuck between chores. Her huge natural tits bouncing, that tight pussy gripping him, the creampie leaking out while dinner waited. Pure homemade passion.