Bato had never said the word pussy out loud until that night. He stood in the doorway of Lena’s apartment, cock already half-hard from the way she’d texted him earlier: Come over if you want to stop pretending you’re a nice guy. She opened the door in nothing but a thin tank top that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. No bra. Nipples pushing against the cotton like they were begging to be sucked.
She didn’t waste time with small talk. She grabbed his belt, yanked him inside, and dropped to her knees right there in the hallway. “Take it out,” she said, voice low and filthy. “I want to see what I’m dealing with.”
Bato’s hands shook as he unzipped. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. Lena didn’t tease. She wrapped her fingers around the base, spit on the head, and swallowed him down in one wet glide. The sound was obscene—gagging, slurping, her throat working around him. She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft.
“Fuck,” Bato groaned. The word felt new in his mouth.
“Say it again,” she ordered, licking a stripe up the underside. “Tell me what you want to do to this slutty mouth.”
He grabbed her hair and thrust forward, fucking her face in short, rough strokes. Lena moaned around him, eyes watering, mascara already smearing. When he pulled out she gasped, “That’s it. Use me. I want it rough.”
They barely made it to the bedroom. Lena shoved him onto the bed, climbed on top, and sank down on his cock in one slick motion. Her pussy was soaked, tight, gripping him like it was made for this. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, filthy words pouring out of her.
“Feel how wet I am? That’s because I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. I want you to wreck this cunt. Stretch it open. Fill it up.”
Bato flipped her onto her back and drove into her, hips snapping. The headboard slammed the wall. Sweat slicked their skin. Lena reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles, coming with a sharp cry that made her pussy clamp down and milk him. He didn’t last. He buried himself deep and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding her.
But Lena wasn’t done. She pushed him onto his back again, straddled his face, and ground her dripping pussy against his mouth. “Clean it up. Taste what you did to me.”
Bato licked and sucked, tongue pushing into her, swallowing their mixed mess. The taste was dirty, addictive. Lena rocked her hips, using his face until she came again, thighs shaking, juices coating his chin.
They didn’t stop there. Hours blurred. She bent over the dresser so he could pound her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass until it was red. She rode his thigh while jerking him off, whispering how she wanted him to cum all over her tits.
He fucked her ass with two fingers while she sucked him again, gagging herself until tears ran down her cheeks.
By the time they collapsed, both were wrecked. Cum leaked down Lena’s thighs. Bato’s cock was sore, spent, but still twitching at the sight of her. She rolled onto her side, traced a finger through the mess on her stomach, and licked it clean.
“Next time,” she said, voice hoarse, “I want you to call me every filthy name you can think of while you fuck me. No more holding back. I want the raw shit.”
Bato pulled her closer, already feeling his dick stir again at the promise. He wasn’t the same guy who’d walked in. Something had cracked open, and there was no going back. He pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered the words he’d been too shy to say an hour ago.
“Get on your hands and knees. I’m not finished using that filthy cunt yet.”
Lena smiled, dark and satisfied, and obeyed.
