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Jennifer was in the middle of wiping down the kitchen counter when the doorbell rang. It was a Thursday afternoon, nothing special—just another day off work. The TV in the living room droned some afternoon soap opera her roommate usually left on. She tossed the rag in the sink and walked over, barefoot on the cool tile.
She opened the door and there stood Maria—blonde hair a little messy from the wind, tight jeans hugging her skinny legs, that same cropped top showing off her natural big tits. Maria smiled wide, holding a small bag like she’d just come from the airport or something.
“¡Hola, nena! I told you I’d come back,” Maria said, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. She smelled like vanilla body spray and the faint cigarette smoke from the cab.
Jennifer laughed, closing the door. “You actually showed up. Michael’s gonna lose his mind.”
Michael was in the bedroom, half-dressed in gym shorts, scrolling his phone. He looked up when the girls walked in. “No way. Maria? Holy shit.”
Maria dropped her bag and hugged him tight, pressing those soft tits against his chest. “Missed you guys. Been too long.”
They moved to the living room couch like it was the most normal thing. Jennifer grabbed three beers from the fridge. They cracked them open, chatting about dumb stuff—Maria’s trip back to Argentina, some guy she dated who was a total asshole, how cold it got up north. The conversation felt easy, familiar. But the air shifted when Maria leaned back, stretching, her shirt riding up to show the underside of her boobs.
“You two still fuck like rabbits?” Maria asked, smirking.
Jennifer snorted beer. “When we can. Work’s been killing us.”
Michael grinned. “Why? You offering?”
Maria looked between them, biting her lip. “Maybe I am.”
Jennifer felt the heat crawl up her neck. She glanced at Michael—he was already half-hard under those shorts. Maria noticed too. She reached over and rubbed his thigh casually, like testing the water.
“Fuck it,” Jennifer said, setting her beer down. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled in, laughing at how clumsy it was—Michael almost tripped over a shoe. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled from last night’s sleep. Maria kicked off her sneakers and peeled her top over her head. Her tits bounced free—full, natural, pale pink nipples already stiff.
“Goddamn,” Michael muttered.
Jennifer pulled her own shirt off, smaller boobs but perky. Maria grabbed her waist and kissed her hard, tongues sliding messy. Michael watched for a second, stroking himself through his shorts, then stepped up behind Maria and cupped her tits, squeezing.
Maria moaned into Jennifer’s mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this the whole flight.”
They tumbled onto the bed. Clothes came off fast—jeans yanked down, panties tossed. Maria’s pussy was already wet, shaved smooth except a tiny landing strip. Jennifer spread her legs and dove in, licking her clit while Michael knelt behind Maria, rubbing his thick cock against her ass.
“You want it in your ass first?” he asked, voice rough.
Maria nodded, pushing back. “Yeah. Been too long since I had a big dick back there.”
Jennifer grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer—the cheap bottle they always kept handy. She squirted some on her fingers and worked it into Maria’s tight hole while Michael stroked himself, watching. Maria whimpered, rocking back.
“Go slow at first,” Maria said.
Michael pressed the head against her ass. It popped in after a second of resistance. Maria gasped, gripping the sheets. “Fuck… yes…”
Jennifer slid under Maria in a sixty-nine, licking her pussy while Michael started thrusting deeper. The room filled with wet sounds—skin slapping, lube squelching, heavy breathing. Maria’s tits swung with each push, nipples brushing Jennifer’s stomach.
“Harder,” Maria begged. “Fuck my ass harder.”
Michael gripped her hips and picked up speed. His balls slapped against her pussy. Jennifer sucked Maria’s clit, tasting how wet she was getting from the anal pounding.
Maria came first—shaking, cursing in Spanish, ass clenching around Michael’s cock. “¡Mierda! I’m cumming!”
Jennifer kept licking through it, feeling Maria drip on her chin.
Michael pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. “Your turn, Jen.”
Jennifer flipped onto her stomach. Maria helped spread her cheeks. Michael slid into Jennifer’s pussy first, warming her up with a few deep strokes, then pulled out and pushed into her ass. She groaned, biting the pillow. It burned good.
Maria straddled Jennifer’s back facing Michael, grinding her wet pussy on Jennifer’s spine while kissing him. Then she slid down, licking where Michael’s cock stretched Jennifer’s hole.
The sight pushed Michael over. “Gonna cum… fuck…”
He pulled out and shot thick ropes across Jennifer’s ass and lower back. Maria leaned down and licked some up, messy and hungry.
They collapsed in a sweaty pile, breathing hard. The fan spun lazily overhead. From the living room, the TV still mumbled.
Jennifer laughed breathlessly. “Shit… the pizza’s probably cold now.”
Maria grinned, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Worth it. When do I get to visit again?”
Michael groaned, rolling onto his back. “Next week. Bring more lube.”
Jennifer smacked his chest lightly. “Get up, idiot. Someone’s gotta reheat dinner.”
They pulled on clothes half-assed—panties missing, shirts inside out. Maria’s hair was a wreck, mascara smudged. But they were all smiling like idiots as they shuffled back to the kitchen, the smell of leftover food mixing with sex in the air.
Just another Thursday.

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Sandra stood at the kitchen counter in her tiny cotton shorts and an old tank top, chopping carrots for dinner. The radio played some old pop song low in the background. Stephen came up behind her after his shower, towel still around his waist, hair dripping on the tile.
“Smells good already,” he said, pressing against her back.
She laughed. “It’s just carrots, weirdo.”
His hands slid around her waist. One palm flattened on her flat stomach, the other dipped lower, cupping her mound through the thin fabric. Sandra sucked in a breath but kept chopping.
“Stephen… the carrots.”
“Fuck the carrots,” he muttered against her neck.
He was already half-hard, pressing the bulge into the cleft of her ass. She rocked back once, teasing, then set the knife down. Her heart picked up. The neighbor’s dog was barking outside again—same time every evening. She hoped they stayed outside tonight.
Stephen tugged her shorts and panties down in one motion. They bunched at her thighs. His fingers found her slit, already slick. Two fingers pushed inside easy. Sandra braced on the counter, ass pushing back.
“Goddamn, you’re wet,” he groaned.
“Been thinking about your cock all afternoon,” she admitted, voice low.
He pulled his towel off. His dick sprang free—thick, veiny, curving up slightly. Sandra turned, dropped to her knees on the cold kitchen floor. No mat, no cushion. Just tile biting into her skin.
She gripped the base, gave a few slow strokes. Pre-cum already beaded at the tip. She licked it off, salty, then opened wide.
Stephen threaded fingers in her blonde hair. Not pulling yet—just holding. Sandra took him deeper on the first slide. Past the head, over the ridge, halfway down the shaft. Her throat flexed. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but pushed forward.
“Fuck yes, baby… just like that.”
She bobbed, saliva coating him. Messy strings dripped from her lips to her chin. Every few strokes she pulled off to breathe, gasping, then dove back. When her nose pressed into his trimmed pubes she held there, throat convulsing around him.
Stephen’s hips jerked. “Shit—gonna make me cum too quick.”
Sandra pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him, spit shining on her chin. “Not yet. Want you in my ass first.”
He helped her up. She kicked the shorts off completely. Naked from the waist down, tank top riding high, she bent over the counter. Ass up, back arched, perfect little cheeks spread just enough.
Stephen spat on his fingers, rubbed the saliva over her tight hole. Then more on his cock. He pressed the fat head against her pucker.
“Slow,” she reminded him.
“Always slow at first.”
He pushed. The ring resisted, then gave. Sandra hissed through her teeth. Inch by inch he sank in. Halfway she reached back, spread herself wider. He bottomed out with a grunt.
“Fuck… so tight,” he breathed.
Sandra whimpered, adjusting. “Move. But easy.”
He started shallow thrusts. Skin slapped softly against skin. The radio kept playing. Some commercial now. Sandra braced harder, knuckles white on the edge of the counter.
“Harder,” she panted after a minute.
Stephen gripped her hips. Thrusts turned firmer, deeper. Each pull-out left her hole gaping slightly before he slammed back in. Sandra’s hand shot between her legs. Fingers circled her clit fast.
“God—yes—fuck my ass, Stephen.”
Sweat beaded on her lower back. Her blonde hair stuck to her neck. The counter rattled with each thrust. A glass wobbled, almost tipped.
She rubbed herself frantically. “I’m close… don’t stop.”
He pounded faster. Balls slapped her wet pussy. The wet squelch of her fingers mixed with the meaty smack of ass against groin.
Sandra came first. Legs shook. A sharp cry escaped before she bit her lip to muffle it. Her asshole clenched hard around him in pulses.
“Fuck—gonna fill you,” Stephen growled.
He buried deep. Hips jerked once, twice. Hot spurts flooded her. Sandra moaned low, feeling every pulse. Thick cum pushed back around his shaft as he gave a final grind.
They stayed locked together a few seconds, breathing hard.
He pulled out slowly. A thick white dribble leaked from her stretched hole, ran down her thigh. Sandra straightened, wincing a little.
“Jesus,” she laughed breathlessly. “That was intense.”
Stephen grabbed a paper towel from the roll, wiped himself, then gently dabbed between her cheeks. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… wow.” She turned, kissed him quick. “Dinner’s gonna be late.”
He smirked. “Worth it.”
She pulled her shorts back up—cum still leaking, soaking into the cotton. Stephen retied his towel. Sandra picked up the knife again like nothing happened.
The carrots sat half-chopped. The oven timer beeped—whatever was in there needed turning.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Round two after we eat?”
Stephen grinned. “Only if you deepthroat me clean first.”
Sandra rolled her eyes but smiled. “Deal.”
The dog next door kept barking. The radio switched to another song. Normal life clicked back into place—messy, sticky, and still warm.

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