I shoved the door shut behind me and Bang Chan was already on me, yanking my shirt over my head like he’d been waiting all night. “Strip the rest. Now,” he ordered, voice rough from the show. His eyes locked on my tits as I kicked off my jeans and panties. He didn’t waste time. He spun me around, bent me over the couch, and kicked my legs apart.
“Wet already,” he muttered, dragging two fingers through my slit. “Fucking dripping for me.” He slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then shoved those same fingers inside me, pumping fast and deep. I moaned and pushed back against his hand. He laughed low. “Greedy little slut. You want the real thing?”
He pulled his fingers out and I heard his zipper. His cock slapped against my ass, thick and hot. He rubbed the head up and down my pussy a few times, smearing my wetness around, then slammed in all the way on the first thrust. I cried out. He didn’t slow down.
He fucked me like he was punishing me, hips snapping hard, balls slapping my clit with every stroke.
“Take it,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. “This cunt was made for my cock.” He pounded deeper, the couch scraping across the floor. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. Every thrust knocked the air out of me. I reached down and rubbed my clit fast, chasing it.
Chan pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my knees to my chest. He drove back in, eyes locked on where his dick disappeared inside me. “Look at that greedy hole swallowing me,” he said, voice filthy. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?” I nodded, too wrecked to speak. He slapped my tit, then pinched the nipple hard. “Say it.”
“I love it,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder, Chan.”
He grinned, mean and hot, and gave me exactly what I asked for. The wet sound of his cock pounding my soaked pussy filled the room. He leaned down and spat on my clit, then rubbed it with his thumb while he kept driving into me. My orgasm hit fast and sharp. I clenched around him, shaking, but he didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through it, chasing his own.
When he was close he pulled out, yanked me to my knees, and shoved his cock into my mouth. “Swallow it,” he ordered. I sucked hard, tasting myself on him. He held my head and fucked my throat in short, brutal thrusts until he came with a low groan, pumping thick ropes down my throat. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean when he finally pulled back.
He hauled me up, kissed me rough and messy, then bent me over the couch again. “Not done yet,” he said, already hard again and sliding back inside. “Gonna fill this pussy next.”
He kept me there for another round, slower but just as filthy, whispering exactly how tight I felt and how many times he was going to make me come before the sun came up. By the time he finally let me collapse, my legs were shaking and his cum was leaking down my thighs. He wiped it up with his fingers and pushed it back inside me. “Keep that in there,” he said. “Round three starts when I say.”
