Hot blonde girlfriend wants to fuck in the kitchen

The sultry blonde sashayed into the kitchen, her lithe naked body glistening under the bright lights. Her perky breasts bounced with each step, hypnotizing me as she approached. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me in close. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, her tongue darting out to tease mine.

“Mmmm, I need you now,” she purred, her nimble fingers unbuckling my belt. “Right here, in our kitchen.” She sank to her knees, freeing my hardening cock from the confines of my pants. Her warm breath tickled my sensitive skin as she admired my growing length.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hard already,” she cooed, giving my shaft a long, slow lick. “I want to taste you…” With that, she wrapped her full lips around my cock and took me deep into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around my thick head as she bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” I groaned, tangling my fingers in her silky blonde hair. “Such a good little slut for me.” Her pussy was dripping, I could see it glistening on her smooth thighs. She loved sucking my cock, loved being degraded and used for my pleasure.

After a few minutes of her energetic blowjob, I needed more. I pulled her up and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. Her ass was perfect, round and juicy. I grabbed a handful of her cheeks, giving them a sharp smack before sinking my fingers into her sopping pussy.

“Ahhh, yes!” she cried out, arching her back. “Fuck me with your fingers, get me ready for your big cock.” I pumped my digits in and out of her tight hole, curling them to rub her sweet spot. Her juices flowed freely, coating my fingers. My other hand snaked around to her front, fingers circling her clit.

“Holy shit, you’re so wet,” I growled, adding a third finger. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to her mouth. “Clean them off, slut. Get them nice and wet.” She sucked greedily, looking up at me with lust-clouded eyes.

Satisfied, I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the tip of my throbbing cock. Her wetness made me slick as I teased her entrance. “Beg for it,” I demanded, pressing just barely inside her. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me!” she pleaded, pushing her hips back. “I need your big cock stretching my tight little pussy. Please, I’m begging you!” Her desperation was clear, her voice high and needy.

With a smirk, I obliged, slamming my thick length deep inside her. We both moaned at the feeling, her warmth enveloping me like a glove. I grabbed her hips hard, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Again and again, I pounded into her, hard and fast, just how she loved it.

“F-fuck!” she stuttered out between moans. “Yeah, just like that! Fuck me harder!” I picked up the pace, slamming into her so hard our skin slapped together loudly. The counter creaked under my force, but I didn’t care. I just kept fucking her, lost in the tight heat of her perfect pussy.

She came first, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she screamed her pleasure. The feeling of her pulsing walls pushing me over the edge and I thrust deep, burying myself as I filled her with my seed. We stayed like that for a moment, both panting and trying to regain our breath.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and made something to eat, laughing and joking like nothing happened. But there was a charged energy between us, a promise of more fun to come later. And I couldn’t wait for our next kitchen adventure.