She stepped through my door already hard, the thick outline of her cock straining the front of her jeans. I didn’t waste time with small talk.
I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway and yanked her zipper down. Her dick sprang out, heavy and veined, the fat head already glistening. Below it, her smooth pussy lips were slick and parted, a thin string of wetness stretching down her thigh.
“Fuck, look at you,” I muttered, wrapping both hands around her shaft. She was bigger than any guy I’d ever touched. I licked the head once, then again, tasting salt and skin. She groaned and grabbed my hair, pushing forward until her cock slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat.
I gagged but didn’t pull back. I wanted it. I sucked hard, bobbing my head while one hand slipped between her legs to rub her dripping cunt. Two fingers slid inside her easily. She was hot and tight, clenching around my knuckles every time I swallowed more of her dick. Her hips started rocking, fucking my mouth in short, rough thrusts while my fingers pumped her pussy.
“Deeper,” she growled. I relaxed my throat and took her until my nose pressed against her smooth mound. Her balls rested against my chin. She held me there, grinding, letting me feel every throb. When she finally pulled out, spit and precum ran down my chin.
She hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch. My shorts were gone in seconds. She kicked my feet apart and lined that fat cock up with my pussy. One hard shove and she was inside, stretching me wide. I cried out, half pain, half pleasure, as she bottomed out.
She didn’t give me time to adjust. She fucked me like she hated me—deep, fast, skin slapping skin. Every thrust dragged her cock over my g-spot and made my own wetness splash down my thighs. Her hand reached around and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while she pounded me.
“Feel that?” she panted. “My big futanari cock owning your cunt.” I could only moan and push back, taking every inch. She pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and shoved back in. This time she hooked my knees over her shoulders, folding me nearly in half. The new angle let her grind against my cervix with every stroke.
Her own pussy was dripping onto the floor. I reached down and shoved three fingers into her while she fucked me. She gasped, rhythm faltering for a second, then slammed into me harder. We stayed like that, her cock buried in me, my fingers buried in her, both of us grunting and sweating.
She pulled out again and straddled my chest. Her cock, shiny with my juices, slapped against my lips. I opened up and let her fuck my mouth while she reached back and fingered herself. The wet sounds filled the room—her fingers in her cunt, her cock in my throat. She came first, thick ropes of cum shooting down my throat and spilling over my tongue. Some of it leaked out the corner of my mouth.
She wasn’t finished. She slid down my body, lined that still-hard dick up with my pussy again, and drove in. This time she fucked slower but deeper, grinding her pubic bone against my clit on every thrust. I came hard, legs shaking, pussy clamping around her shaft. She kept going through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering.
When she finally pulled out, cum and my own slick ran out of me in a messy stream. She stood over me, cock twitching, her own pussy visibly pulsing. “Clean me up,” she ordered. I sat up and licked her shaft from base to tip, tasting us both, then sucked the head until she was clean.
She pushed me back down and climbed on top, positioning her dripping cunt over my face. I licked her open, tongue pushing inside, tasting fresh wetness. At the same time she leaned forward and took my clit into her mouth. We sixty-nined like that, her cock resting heavy against my chest, her hips rocking against my tongue while she sucked me.
I came again, muffled against her pussy. She followed right after, thighs shaking around my head as she flooded my mouth. When she rolled off, we lay there catching our breath, her cock still half-hard and lying across her stomach.
She looked at me, eyes dark. “Round two in the shower,” she said. I didn’t argue. I followed her down the hall, already reaching for that thick cock again.
