Breaking In The New House By Fucking In Every Room

Moving day's a wrap. Peter and Jupiter look around at the boxes and don't even talk—they just lock eyes and it's on. First room. Jupiter bends over the kitchen counter, skirt already hiked up, bare ass catching the sunlight. Peter shoves inside her in one hard stroke, no warmup, balls slapping. Quick and filthy. Next stop, the living room—Jupiter kicks off the shoes, climbs on the couch, and spreads wide. Peter drops between her legs and eats her out till her thighs tremble, then flips her over and rails her from behind, hands gripping her hips, every thrust driving her face into the cushions. Guest bathroom? Peter lifts Jupiter onto the sink, legs wrapped around him, cock pounding deep while she moans against his neck. Bathroom mirror fogs up with their breath. Up the stairs, master bedroom, Jupiter gets on all fours on the new mattress, Peter grabs her hair and fucks her like he owns it. Last room, the walk-in closet—barely fits both of them, Jupiter's back against the wall, Peter's knee pushing her thigh higher so he can slam in harder, deeper. Sweat drips down their skin, clothes scattered everywhere. By the end of the afternoon every inch of that house reeks of sex, not cardboard.