Cheryl was walking into her kitchen to see a shirtless Kevin Keller knocking back a beer.
“So where’s my brother?” Cheryl asked him.
“Outside” Kevin replied, placing his beer down.
Cheryl’s eyes scanned Kevin from head to toe. She bit her lip when her eyes landed on his abs. He had always been her favorite of her brother’s friends.
“So how are things with you and Joaquin?” Cheryl couldn’t stop herself from asking. She placed her hand on his abs, staring up at him. “Are you and him still a thing?”
Kevin’s eyes were wide and he nodded. “Yeah—“
“I bet his hole doesn’t feel good like my pussy” Cheryl decided to go for it. It was all she had ever wanted. “You know how bad I’ve always wanted you.”
Kevin swallowed hard. “Cheryl—I—”
“I’d let you fuck me all the time, Kev” Cheryl told him as her nails traced down to Kevin’s baggy shorts. “I’m not like him, Kev, I wouldn’t make you wait around for it.” She reached her hand down his shorts and grabbed a hold of his cock—which was thick and welcoming. She smiled as she moved her hand down it. “What do you say to that?”
Kevin leaned down as his lips took hers against his. He backed her over against the sink as his tongue worked with hers. Her hands came out of his shorts and wrapped around his neck as he picked her up, placing her on the sink.
Kevin tore off Cheryl’s top and her tits bounced out. He let the top fall and wrapped his hand around her breast, unable to believe how busty she was. “This is a really bad idea.”
Cheryl giggled at him. “And why is that? Feel bad for poor little Joaquin?”
“No” Kevin admitted. “But your brother is outside—he could walk in and see us like this.”
“Don’t worry, stud” Cheryl said with a smile. “I don’t think he’ll walk in. It’s fine.”
Kevin kissed her lips as he jerked Cheryl’s skirt from her body. He placed his hand against her panties, feeling how soaked she was. His lips broke from hers as a grin overtook his features. “Fuck—you’re so fucking wet.”
“Can you blame me?” Cheryl placed her nails against his chest. “You’re so hot. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for the longest time.”
Kevin couldn’t wait any longer—he ripped her panties from her body and tossed them at the wall. He dropped his shorts to his ankles and then positioned his cock at her entrance, grinning as he pushed inside.
“Kev” Her nails dug in against his nipple and she giggled. “Yes. Give me what I want.”
He picked her up as he pulled her up then down his cock. Her lips came to his and he moaned against her. He could hear the door rattling and his eyes widened. “Shit.”
Cheryl giggled. “My room.”
Kevin hurried out of the kitchen, carrying Cheryl upstairs. They went to Cheryl’s room and he slammed the door before collapsing on the bed. Cheryl pushed Kevin down on the bed as she started bouncing on his cock.
“Fuck, baby” Kevin licked his lips. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. It’s so fucking wet.”
Cheryl giggled as she placed her hands on his chest and nodded. “Oh, yeah, Kev? You love my pussy?”
“Yeah” Kevin grinned. “Feels so much better than Joaquin's ass—I love how wet you feel around my cock.”
Cheryl cried out as Kevin’s cock slipped deeper, hitting her spot. “Oh, Kevin!”
“Yeah that’s it” Kevin chuckled. “That spot feels so fucking amazing, baby.”
“You’ve got to—“ Cheryl tried saying as she whimpered, as he grabbed her waist increasing her bouncing. “—to promise—that this won’t be a one time thing, Kev—I need you all the time now.”
“I promise, baby” Kevin swore. “You have my word. You’re way hotter than Joaquin, anyway. I think I just fucking upgraded.”
Cheryl’s moans echoed in the room as she cried out, his cock hitting harder as she came around him. Kevin lifted himself as he pounded inside her, chasing his own release. Her cries got him closer and closer until finally he shot deep within her, moaning as he did.
“Fuck” Kevin gasped. “Shit. So fucking good.”
Cheryl giggled and grabbed the back of Kevin’s neck as she brought his lips to hers. Their tongues worked together and they could hear knocking at the door but neither cared to see who it was—they were too lost to care.
