You Told Me You’d Leave Him Alone – Rough Homemade Doggystyle Fuck

Title: You Told Me You’d Leave Him Alone – Rough Homemade Doggystyle Fuck
Keywords: amateur homemade, rough sex, doggystyle, spitting, slapping, cheating wife, double cum, homemade creampie, kitchen quickie, real couple, raw fucking, face slap, spit play, passionate rough sex, amateur couple
Story
Michael walked into the kitchen after work and found Jennifer at the stove stirring pasta sauce. The TV droned in the background with some reality show, and the place smelled like garlic and tomato. She was still in her yoga pants from earlier and a loose tank top, hair in a messy ponytail. Their kid was at her mom’s for the night, so the house felt quiet except for the occasional car passing outside.
“Hey babe,” he said, dropping his keys on the counter. Jennifer glanced over her shoulder and gave a small smile, but there was tension in her eyes. Things had been weird lately. She swore she ended it with that guy from the gym, but Michael had seen the texts.
He stepped up behind her, hands on her hips. “Smells good.” His voice was low. She leaned back into him for a second, then kept stirring.
Dinner was almost ready when Michael couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You told me you were going to leave him alone,” he said, voice tight. Jennifer froze. She set the spoon down and turned around, face flushing.
“Michael, I—”
Before she could finish, he grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. It wasn’t gentle. She gasped into his mouth, hands gripping his shirt. The argument turned into heat fast. He pushed her against the counter, mouth on her neck, biting just enough to make her moan.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he growled. Jennifer’s breathing got heavy. She didn’t push him away. Instead, her hands went to his belt.
He spun her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. The pasta sauce bubbled behind them, forgotten. Michael yanked her yoga pants and panties down in one motion, exposing her ass. He smacked it hard, the sound echoing in the kitchen. Jennifer yelped but arched her back, pushing toward him.
“You said you’d stop talking to him.” Another slap, harder this time. Her skin turned pink. “But you didn’t, did you?”
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, voice shaky with lust. “Please…”
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock, already rock hard. No condom, no slow buildup. He rubbed the head along her wet pussy lips, feeling how soaked she was. Then he pushed in deep in one thrust. Jennifer moaned loud, gripping the edge of the counter.
“Fuck!” she gasped. Michael started pounding her right there, hips slapping against her ass. The sound was raw and wet. He reached up and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back as he fucked her harder.
He leaned over her, spitting on her cheek. “Take it.” Jennifer whimpered but opened her mouth slightly. He slapped her face lightly, then again, keeping rhythm with his cock slamming into her pussy. She was dripping down her thighs.
The neighbor’s dog barked outside, reminding them how thin the walls were. That only made it hotter. Michael kept thrusting deep, his balls slapping her clit. “This pussy is mine,” he grunted. “Not his.”
“Yes, yours,” she moaned. Her legs shook. He pulled out suddenly, making her whine, then dragged her to the living room couch just a few steps away. He bent her over the armrest, ass up, and slammed back inside doggystyle.
The position let him go even deeper. Skin slapped loudly. Sweat started dripping down his back and her forehead. Her messy hair stuck to her face. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while pounding her.
Jennifer came first, pussy clenching tight around his cock, crying out his name. “Michael, fuck, I’m cumming!”
He didn’t slow down. He slapped her ass again, leaving red handprints, then spit on her back and rubbed it in. The TV kept playing in the background, some laugh track cutting through their heavy breathing and moans.
After a few more minutes of relentless fucking, he felt his own orgasm building. “Gonna fill you up,” he warned. Jennifer pushed back against him, wanting it.
He groaned loud and came hard, pumping the first thick load deep inside her pussy. He stayed in for a moment, then pulled out and stroked the rest onto her ass and lower back, the second spurt shooting across her skin.
Cum dripped from her used pussy onto the floor. Jennifer stayed bent over, catching her breath, legs trembling. Michael wiped sweat from his forehead and pulled his pants back up.
“Shit, the sauce is probably burning,” he muttered with a half-laugh. Jennifer straightened up slowly, pulling her pants up, feeling the warm mess between her legs. She checked the stove and turned it off, then looked at him with a small, satisfied smile.
They didn’t say much about the argument after that. Michael grabbed plates while Jennifer wiped down the counter quickly. The house smelled like sex now mixed with dinner. Just another night.
Later on the couch eating pasta, her hair still messy and a faint handprint visible on her cheek if you looked close, they acted normal. But they both knew the tension wasn’t fully gone. For now, the raw fuck had cleared the air.