"You did what?" Danica was glaring at her boyfriend as he sheepishly tried to explain what he had done.
"I invited Angie. She's on holiday this week and needs a break. Work is stressful for both of us." Morgan desperately tried to reason with Danica, but it wasn't working.
"My cottage is like the size of a closet. How the hell are we supposed to have sex?" Danica gritted her teeth and continued the death stare at her boyfriend.
"We'll go off to the boathouse or something." Morgan pulled Danica into his chest and rubbed her shoulders. "I could just put duct tape on your mouth while I licked your pussy." Danica grinned and looked up at Morgan.
"You're very annoying you know. If you didn't know how to fuck me so well I would have dumped you ages ago."
"Oh really?" Morgan wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her up to eye level. Danica was barely five feet tall and Morgan was six feet eight inches tall.
"Yes really." Danica leaned over and kissed him hard. The moment their lips touched it was magic. They were standing in their kitchen. Morgan turned and pinned Danica to the nearest wall. Her hands were undoing his shorts and all he could do was moan. He held her tiny frame up with one hand while the other reached under her skirt to feel her pussy. The moment she wrapped her tiny hand around his cock he cried out.
"Fuck your hand feels good. I want to be inside your dripping pussy." Danica nodded and pulled her panties to the side. He sank inside her and began to roughly bounce her on his cock. She was so light; he just held her hands for balance. He was so deep inside her and could feel his large cock hit the entrance of her womb. He didn't last long and they came together.