Emily stood at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables for dinner, wearing an old tank top and loose shorts. The TV droned in the background with some random show. Michael had just gotten home from work and was supposed to be setting the table, but she could feel his eyes on her ass every time she reached for something.
“Babe, can you grab the onions?” she asked without turning around.
Instead of answering, Michael stepped right behind her. His hands landed on her hips and pulled her back against him. She felt his hard cock pressing through his pants.
“Michael, I’m trying to cook,” she said, half-laughing, but she didn’t pull away.
“You’ve been shaking that ass for ten minutes,” he muttered, voice already low and rough. He slid one hand up under her tank top and squeezed her tit while the other pushed her shorts and panties down in one motion.
Emily gasped as the cool air hit her bare pussy. She was already getting wet. “The neighbors might hear,” she whispered, but she arched her back anyway, pushing her ass toward him.
He didn’t waste time. Michael unzipped, pulled his thick cock out, and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was soaked. He pushed inside her tight pussy in one slow thrust, groaning as her walls gripped him.
“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he said, voice strained.
Emily gripped the edge of the counter, knife forgotten beside the cutting board. Michael started fucking her harder, skin slapping against skin. The sound mixed with the sizzle of something on the stove. Her shorts were tangled around one ankle. She tried to keep chopping but gave up after two more strokes, just holding on while he pounded her from behind.
“Harder,” she breathed. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He grabbed her hips tighter and slammed into her. The whole counter shook. Her tits bounced under the thin tank top. Michael reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles. Emily moaned louder than she meant to.
“Shh, baby,” he chuckled, but he didn’t slow down. His balls slapped against her with every thrust. She could smell the dinner cooking and her own arousal mixed together. It felt dirty and real.
He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Vegetables scattered. Emily spread her legs wide, and he drove back inside her pussy in one hard stroke. They were face to face now. She wrapped her legs around him as he fucked her deep and fast.
“God, your cock feels so good,” she gasped between thrusts.
Michael buried his face in her neck, biting lightly as he pounded her. The counter creaked under them. Her juices were dripping down onto the surface. She reached down and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, getting closer fast.
“I’m gonna cum,” she warned, voice shaking.
“Cum on my cock, baby.”
Her pussy clenched hard around him as the orgasm hit. Emily bit her lip to stay quiet but still let out a loud moan. Her legs shook. Michael kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was gasping for air.
He pulled out and helped her off the counter, turning her around again. “Bend over.”
Emily leaned forward, ass up, gripping the counter. Michael slammed back into her soaked pussy, fucking her even harder now. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He reached up and pulled her hair lightly, making her arch more.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he growled.
“Cum inside me,” she begged.
He groaned loud and buried himself deep. She felt his cock pulse as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper.
When he finally pulled out, some cum dripped down her thigh. Emily turned around, dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor, and took his still-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked him clean, tasting both of them, looking up at him with messy hair and flushed cheeks.
Michael stroked her hair. “Good girl.”
She stood up, pulled her shorts back up, and felt his cum leaking into her panties. The dinner was almost burning. She quickly turned off the stove and laughed.
“We almost burned the house down,” she said, shaking her head.
Michael grinned, zipping himself up. “Worth it.”
They went back to finishing dinner like nothing happened, but every time she moved she could feel his cum inside her. The normal sounds of the kitchen returned — clinking plates, running water, background TV. Just another evening at home, with her pussy still throbbing and full of his load.

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