Sarah stared at her laptop screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed the latest chapter of her Batoto smut. The site was full of filthy stories, and hers always got the most comments begging for more cock, more cum, more rough fucking. Tonight she wrote about a stranger pinning a woman down and pounding her until she screamed. Her own pussy throbbed just from the words. She hit post and waited. Within minutes the replies flooded in. One username stood out: HardRider69. His message was short and direct. “Your story made my dick rock hard. Want to act it out for real?” She messaged back with her address before she could second-guess it. He showed up twenty minutes later, tall, built, and already palming the bulge in his jeans. No small talk. He kicked the door shut, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved her to her knees. “Suck it like you wrote it,” he growled. Sarah yanked his zipper down and pulled out his thick, veiny cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and took him deep, gagging when he thrust forward without warning. Spit ran down her chin as he fucked her mouth hard, balls slapping her jaw. “That’s it, choke on that dick,” he grunted, holding her head still while he pumped. Her eyes watered but she kept sucking, tongue swirling under the shaft. When he pulled out she gasped for air, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his glistening cock. He hauled her up, bent her over the couch, and ripped her shorts down. Two fingers shoved straight into her soaked pussy. “Fucking dripping already,” he said, pumping them fast. Sarah moaned and pushed back, needing more. He replaced his fingers with his cock in one brutal thrust, burying every inch inside her. She cried out as he started pounding, hips slamming against her ass with wet smacks. Each stroke stretched her wide and hit deep. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he fucked her. “Tell me how much you love this cock,” he demanded. “Love it,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.” He did, gripping her hips and driving in so hard the couch scraped across the floor. Sweat slicked their skin. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs wide open. His cock slammed back inside, balls deep. He leaned over and sucked one nipple hard while he kept thrusting. Sarah clawed at his back, legs locked around him. Every thrust made her pussy clench. She came first, body shaking, cunt pulsing around his cock. He didn’t stop.
He fucked her through it, then pulled out and stroked himself over her tits. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her skin, hot and messy. He rubbed the head through the mess, smearing it over her nipples. Breathing heavy, he looked down at her wrecked body and smirked. “Round two in the bedroom. I’m not done using that pussy tonight.” Sarah smiled, already spreading her legs again. The Batoto smut had come to life, and she wanted every filthy second of it.
