It was a typical lazy afternoon in their small apartment. Michael had come over to drop off some tools his buddy Paul had lent him last weekend. Paul was out at work, but his girlfriend Alicia was home, lounging around in a tiny pink top that barely contained her big tits and those little white shorts that rode up her thick Latina ass every time she moved.
Alicia greeted him at the door with that flirty smile she always gave him, the kind that made her look like pure trouble. “Hey Michael, Paul’s not here but come in for a second. I was just cleaning up the kitchen.”
Michael stepped inside, trying to keep it casual. The place smelled like fresh coffee and whatever she had been cooking earlier. Dirty dishes still sat in the sink, and the TV in the living room played some random show in the background. Alicia bent over to pick something up off the floor, her shorts pulling tight against her pussy lips, outlining everything. He felt his cock twitch instantly.
“You want something to drink?” she asked, turning around and catching him staring. Her dark hair was messy, falling over her shoulders, and she had that coquette energy — innocent eyes but a body built for sin.
“Nah, I’m good. Just dropping this off,” Michael muttered, but he didn’t move toward the door.
Alicia stepped closer, her big tits brushing against his arm as she reached past him for a glass. “You’ve been looking at me like that for months, you know,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Paul’s always working… and I’m always horny.”
That was the trigger. Michael grabbed her waist, pulling her against him. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss. Alicia moaned softly into his mouth as his hands slid down to squeeze her fat ass cheeks. She ground her hips forward, feeling his hard cock pressing through his jeans.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t…” Michael started, but Alicia was already dropping to her knees right there in the kitchen.
She yanked his pants down, his thick cock springing out. “Shhh, just be quiet. I want this,” she said before wrapping her soft lips around his cockhead. Alicia sucked him sloppily, her tongue swirling, spit dripping down her chin as she bobbed her head. Her big tits bounced with every movement. Michael groaned, grabbing her messy hair and guiding her deeper until she gagged a little.
After a few minutes of her enthusiastic amateur blowjob, Alicia stood up, turned around, and bent over the kitchen counter. She pulled her shorts and panties to the side, exposing her wet, shaved pussy. “Hurry up and fuck me before he calls or something.”
Michael didn’t need telling twice. He rubbed his cock along her slippery folds, then pushed inside her tight cunt in one thrust. Alicia gasped loudly, gripping the edge of the counter. “Oh shit, you’re bigger than him,” she moaned as he started pounding her.
The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. Her big ass rippled with every hard thrust. Michael reached around and squeezed her swinging tits, pinching her nipples while he fucked her deeper. Sweat started forming on their skin. The TV noise covered some of their grunts, but they both knew they had to be careful.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” Alicia begged, pushing back against him. Michael grabbed her hips and slammed into her, his balls slapping her clit. Her pussy was soaking, dripping down her thighs. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting him go even deeper.
They switched positions quickly. Alicia hopped up on the counter, legs spread wide. Michael stepped between them and shoved his cock back into her hungry hole. They kissed messily as he fucked her, her heels digging into his back. Her big tits bounced freely now, nipples hard.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered after a few minutes of intense pounding. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came, shaking and moaning his name. Michael kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own.
He pulled out and spun her around again, bending her over. This time he went balls-deep in her dripping pussy, fucking her like an animal. The counter creaked under them. Alicia’s moans got louder despite trying to stay quiet.
“Fill me up, cum inside me,” she gasped. That pushed Michael over the edge. He buried himself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her spasming cunt. They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavy, sweat dripping.
Finally, Michael pulled out, his cum leaking from her used pussy down her thigh. Alicia quickly pulled her shorts back up, adjusting her top. She gave him that same flirty smile. “You better go before Paul gets back. But next time… don’t wait so long.”
Michael pulled his pants up, still catching his breath. He grabbed the tools and headed for the door while Alicia casually went back to wiping the counter like nothing happened, his load still inside her.
The whole thing felt dirty, rushed, and insanely hot — exactly like real life cheating sex should. Just another afternoon in their messy apartment where the line

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