He slammed the door behind them, the sound echoing through the dim apartment like a starting gun. “On your knees,” Bang Chan growled, voice low and rough, already yanking his belt open. No teasing, no slow build—just raw need. She dropped fast, hands reaching for his cock the second it sprang free, thick and heavy in her grip.
He didn’t wait. He grabbed her hair and fed it to her, pushing past her lips in one hard thrust until her throat fluttered around him.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasped, hips snapping forward. Spit dripped down her chin as he used her mouth, deep and relentless, balls slapping her jaw with every drive. She gagged but didn’t pull back; she wanted it filthy. Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails leaving red lines while he fucked her face like he owned it.
When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected them. He hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen counter. Her shorts were ripped down in one motion. Two fingers shoved inside her without warning, pumping hard. “Already soaked. Dirty girl.” He curled them, hitting that spot that made her knees buckle, then replaced them with his cock in a single brutal thrust.
She cried out, forehead pressed to the cool marble as he pounded into her. Each snap of his hips drove her forward, the slap of skin loud and obscene. Chan’s hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back so he could growl filthy praise in her ear. “Take it. Every inch. You’re mine to wreck tonight.”
He didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto the counter, legs spread wide, and drove back in. Her tits bounced with every thrust; he leaned down to bite one nipple hard enough to leave a mark. Sweat slicked their bodies. She clawed at his back, begging for more, harder, deeper. He gave it—grunting, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her stomach as he hammered her until the counter creaked.
When she came, it was sudden and violent, walls clenching around him like a vice. Chan didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release with short, savage strokes until he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her, hot pulses filling her up.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her. Then he smirked, already hardening again. “Round two. Bend over the couch this time. I’m not done using that cunt.”
