Horny Homework

Emma Starletto's book sits open on the couch, pencil dangling from her teeth, when a loud tap hits the windowpane. Jay grins from the other side like a cat that found the cream. She yanks him inside, mouths smash together, tongues wrestling while the grass clippings on his boots stick to the rug. Her mom and dad are ten feet away, pruning roses and probably hating his guts from the other side of the hedge. Jay shrugs, whispers she’s an adult, pushes her shirt up, takes her breast in his hand and works the nipple until it stiffens like a button on a coat. Pants fly, underwear disappears. They shove the coffee table aside, Emma lies back on the worn cushions and Jay climbs between her knees. His cock nudges her pussy lips, pushes in, slides full length into the wet heat that grips him like a hot, slick fist. Slow thrusts at first, then faster, the couch squeaks a dangerous rhythm while Emma bites the cushion so her moans don’t spill. Sweat runs down Jay’s back, drips onto her tits, pools in the hollow of her throat. When she clenches around him and he starts to grunt, they freeze mid-stroke at a distant shovel sound in the garden, then he pumps once more, pours a thick load deep inside her, bites her shoulder to stay quiet while her own walls ripple around him.