I never expected to end up balls-deep in Billie Eilish, but there I was, her thick thighs spread wide on the hotel bed while she begged me to fuck her harder. It started at the afterparty, her green eyes locking on mine across the room, that oversized hoodie doing nothing to hide the curves underneath. She pulled me into the elevator without a word, and the second the doors closed she had my hand under her skirt, fingers sliding through her wet pussy lips.
“Touch me right there,” she growled, voice low and filthy. I rubbed her clit in tight circles while she ground against my palm, already soaking through her panties. By the time we hit her floor she was panting, yanking me inside the suite and shoving me onto the couch.
Billie stripped fast, hoodie and shirt gone, those full tits bouncing free, nipples dark and stiff. She dropped to her knees, yanked my jeans open, and wrapped her lips around my cock without hesitation. Her mouth was hot and greedy, tongue swirling the head before she took me deep, gagging just enough to make her eyes water. I grabbed her hair and thrust, fucking her face while she moaned around my shaft, spit dripping down her chin onto her bare chest.
“Fuck, you taste good,” she mumbled when she pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my dick. Then she climbed up, straddled me, and sank down in one slick motion. Her cunt was tight, hot, gripping me all the way to the base. She rode hard, hips rolling, those heavy tits bouncing in my face. I sucked one nipple, biting just enough to make her hiss, then slapped her ass and told her to go faster.
She did. Sweat slicked her skin, green hair sticking to her forehead as she bounced on my cock, clit grinding against me with every drop. “Deeper,” she demanded, voice rough. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and pounded in. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
Billie’s mouth fell open, eyes half-lidded, moaning every time I bottomed out.
“Fill me up,” she begged, nails digging into my back. “Come inside this pussy.” I slammed harder, thumb on her clit, until she clenched around me, coming with a sharp cry, juices flooding over my balls. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick pulses of cum pumping deep while she milked every drop.
We didn’t stop there. She rolled onto all fours, ass up, and told me to eat her. I buried my face between those cheeks, tongue lapping her swollen pussy and tight asshole until she was dripping again. Then I slid back inside, gripping her hips, fucking her from behind while she reached between her legs to rub herself. She came twice more before I pulled out and painted her ass with the last of my load.
Later, tangled in the sheets, she lit a cigarette and smirked. “Round two in ten minutes,” she said. I was already hard again.
