You barely get the door closed before Baby Saja has you pinned against it, his mouth crushing yours like he’s been starving. His tongue pushes deep, tasting every inch, while his hands rip at your clothes without any patience. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” he growls against your lips, voice low and rough. Buttons pop and fabric tears. He doesn’t care. Neither do you.
He yanks your shirt off and palms your tits hard, thumbs dragging over your nipples until they stiffen. “Look at these pretty fucking tits. Been dying to suck on them.” His mouth drops, hot and wet, sucking one nipple deep while his teeth graze just enough to make you gasp. His free hand shoves straight down the front of your pants and finds your cunt already slick. Two thick fingers slide in without warning, curling straight against that spot that makes your knees buckle.
“Jesus, you’re dripping. Such a greedy little slut for me.” He pumps his fingers fast, thumb grinding your clit in tight circles. Your hips jerk forward, chasing the pressure. Baby Saja laughs low against your breast, the sound vibrating through you. “Yeah, ride my hand. Show me how bad you want my cock.”
You moan his name and he pulls his fingers out, shoving them into your mouth. “Taste how fucking wet you are.” You suck them clean, eyes locked on his. He watches you with that dark, hungry stare, then spins you around and bends you over the nearest table. Your cheek presses to the cool wood. He yanks your pants and underwear down in one rough pull, leaving you bare from the waist down.
The sound of his zipper is loud. Then the thick, hot head of his cock drags through your folds, coating itself in your wetness. “Beg for it,” he orders, voice tight.
“Please, Baby. Fuck me. I need your cock.”
He slams in deep on the first thrust, burying every inch. You cry out, the stretch burning so good it makes your vision blur. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He fucks you hard, hips snapping, the table scraping across the floor with every brutal stroke. Skin slaps skin. Wet sounds fill the room. His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back so he can growl right in your ear.
“Take it. Take every fucking inch. This pussy was made for my cock.” He reaches around and rubs your clit in fast, rough circles. Your walls clench around him and he curses. “Gonna come already? Such a desperate slut.
Come on my dick. Now.”
You shatter, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around him as the orgasm rips through you. Baby Saja doesn’t slow down. He fucks you straight through it, chasing his own release with short, vicious thrusts. When he comes he buries himself to the hilt and stays there, flooding you deep while he groans your name like a curse.
He pulls out slow, watching his cum drip down your thighs. Then he spins you again, lifts you onto the table, and drops to his knees. “Not done with you yet.” His mouth seals over your swollen clit, tongue lapping at the mess he made. You grab his hair, thighs clamping around his head as he eats you like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else. Two fingers slide back inside, fucking his own cum deeper while his tongue works your clit mercilessly.
You come again, harder, thighs trembling around his face. He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and grins like the devil. “On the bed. On your back. Legs open. I want to see your face when I fuck another load into you.”
You obey. He follows, stripping the rest of the way, cock already hardening again. He climbs over you, lines up, and sinks in slow this time, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. His thrusts stay deep and deliberate, grinding against your clit with every roll of his hips.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” he demands.
“Yours. Fuck, it’s yours.”
“That’s right.” He leans down, bites your shoulder, then licks the mark. His pace picks up again, rougher, sweat-slick skin sliding together. You wrap your legs around his waist and meet every thrust. The room fills with the sound of your moans and his filthy praise.
When he comes the second time he stays buried inside you, pulsing, breathing hard against your neck. You feel him soften, then he pulls out and rolls to the side, dragging you against his chest. His fingers trace lazy circles on your hip while you both catch your breath.
“Give me ten minutes,” he mutters, voice already turning rough again. “Then I’m flipping you over and eating that ass while I finger this messy cunt.” His hand slides between your legs, possessive. “You’re not leaving this room until I’ve filled every hole.”
You smile against his skin, already aching for more. The night is just getting started.
