She slammed the door behind her and shoved him against the wall, her hand already yanking his belt open. “Fuck me like you mean it, General,” she growled, fingers wrapping around his thick cock the second it sprang free. No teasing, no slow build—just raw need. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and spat in her mouth before kissing her hard, tongues fighting while she stroked him fast and rough.
“On your knees,” he ordered. She dropped, took him deep in one swallow, gagging but not stopping. Spit ran down her chin as she sucked like she wanted to drain him dry. He fucked her throat, hips snapping, balls slapping her chin. “That’s it, take every inch, you filthy slut.”
She pulled off, stood, and bent over the table, ass up, already dripping.
He didn’t bother with fingers—just lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. She screamed, pushing back to meet every slam. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. He reached around, rubbed her clit hard and fast while pounding her cunt, making her squirt around his cock after only a minute.
He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and kept railing her. Her tits bounced with every brutal thrust. “Harder,” she begged. He gave it to her, pounding until the table creaked. When he pulled out, he flipped her again, spread her ass, and shoved two fingers into her tight hole while he fucked her pussy. She came again, shaking, cursing.
He yanked her up, bent her over the couch, and switched holes, driving straight into her ass with nothing but her own spit and cum for lube. She howled but pushed back, taking it. He fucked her ass raw, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her clit until she came a third time, ass clenching around him.
Finally he pulled out, spun her around, and painted her face and tits with thick ropes of cum. She licked what she could reach, then sucked him clean while he watched. They didn’t speak after—just collapsed, breathing hard, already knowing round two was minutes away.
