She went out for groceries… I got filled on her kitchen counter

She left right after breakfast with her hair still damp from her shower, wearing his hoodie, the one that always drowned her frame just enough to look innocent.

He kissed her cheek, handed her a handwritten grocery list so long it had bullet points and scribbles in the margins and she told him she’d be back in an hour or two, max.

He watched her car pull out of the driveway.

And texted me before the garage even closed.

“Door’s unlocked. I need you. Now. She went for grocery shopping.”

I was already on my way.

Five minutes later, I walked straight into their kitchen. The smell of her coffee still lingered. And he was standing there.. shirtless, sweatpants already tenting.

We didn’t say a word.

I dropped to my knees right there on her tile floor.

He didn’t even flinch… just grabbed the back of my head and fed his cock into my mouth like he’d been waiting all morning for it. I took him deep. No teasing, no buildup. I wanted him rough. He gave me more than that.

He gripped my hair and fucked my throat.. slow at first, then faster, his abs tensing, sweat starting to bead at his collarbone.

I gagged around him and moaned, eyes watering, spit dripping down my chin, pooling between my breasts. Every time I looked up at him, he looked down like he owned me.

And maybe in that moment, he did.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You were made for this.”

I let him use my throat until I could barely breathe, until my mascara was running and I was a mess on her kitchen floor.

He pulled out with a wet pop, cock glistening with spit and twitching with need.

“Bend over the counter,” he growled.

I obeyed.

The grocery list crinkled under my hands as I braced myself on the granite. I was dripping wet & he didn’t even need his fingers. He shoved into me in one deep, brutal thrust.

I gasped.. loud and bit down on my lip to keep from moaning her name. Because everything around me was hers.

Her fridge. Her fruit bowl. Her favorite mug still in the sink.

And now, her man’s cock pounding into me from behind while she was picking out frozen peas.

He fucked me hard. Fast. No hesitation. No care. Each thrust slammed my hips into the counter, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the cabinets. I was soaked. His balls slapped against me as he drove in deeper, grunting through clenched teeth.

One hand gripped my throat, the other pulled me back by the hair so he could whisper:

“She thinks I’m folding laundry right now.”

I moaned.. loud and filthy and clenched around him so hard his rhythm faltered.

“God, I’m gonna fill you,” he panted. “I’m gonna come in you right here where she makes her fucking smoothies.”

“Yes,” I begged. “Please, do it. Fill me before she comes back.”

His breath stuttered. His cock twitched inside me. And just as I felt the first hot pulse of him spilling into me—

Ping.

Her text lit up his phone on the counter.

“On the way back! Got everything. See you soon”

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed deep, grinding into me, letting every last drop of his cum flood my pussy until it was dripping down my thighs.

We both stared at the screen.

“Think we have ten minutes?” I whispered.

He pulled out slowly.. watching his cum leak from me and said:

“Five. But I can make you come again in three.”