We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. The second the door slammed behind us, Lena shoved me against the counter, her mouth crushing mine, tongue pushing in deep like she already owned it. Her hands were rough, yanking my shirt up and over my head without asking, fingers digging into my tits hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to taste these all night,” she growled, then latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting until I moaned like a slut.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. “Then do it. Stop teasing and eat my pussy already.” She laughed low and dirty, dropping to her knees right there on the tile. Her hands shoved my jeans and panties down in one jerk, and then her mouth was on me—hot, wet, relentless. She licked a thick stripe up my slit, spread me open with both thumbs, and buried her tongue inside like she was starving. I bucked against her face, grinding my cunt on her mouth while she sucked my clit and shoved two fingers straight into me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” she muttered against my pussy, voice muffled and filthy. “Dripping down my chin already. You want me to finger-fuck you till you squirt?” I couldn’t answer with words, just grabbed her head and rode her tongue harder. She pumped those fingers fast and deep, curling them against my front wall, while her lips sealed around my swollen clit and sucked. My legs started shaking. I came hard, thighs clamping around her ears, juices running down her wrist as she kept licking through every pulse.
She didn’t stop. Lena stood up, spun me around, and bent me over the counter.
I heard her unzip, then the wet sound of her own fingers working her pussy for a second before she pressed her bare cunt right against my ass. “Spread for me,” she ordered. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. She rubbed her slick folds up and down my crack, then lined up and started grinding her clit against my hole in hard, filthy circles. Every thrust dragged her wet pussy over mine, our juices mixing and smearing everywhere.
“Fuck me,” I begged, pushing back. “Use me. Make it nasty.” She slid two fingers back into my cunt from behind while she kept humping my ass, her own moans getting louder. The kitchen filled with the sound of skin slapping and wet squelching. She added a third finger, stretching me open, pounding them in and out while her hips snapped faster. I reached down and rubbed my own clit in time with her thrusts until another orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching and gushing around her hand.
Lena pulled her fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.” I sucked them clean, moaning around the taste of myself. Then she dropped down again, this time spreading my ass and licking my asshole in long, filthy strokes while her fingers worked my clit. I came again, harder, knees buckling, but she held me up and kept going until I was shaking and begging her to stop.
We ended up on the floor, both of us naked and sweaty. She climbed on top, straddling my face. “Eat,” she said, lowering her dripping cunt onto my mouth. I licked and sucked like I was dying for it, tongue fucking her hole while she rode my face. Her thighs squeezed my head as she came, flooding my mouth with her cum. She didn’t move off right away; she just ground down slower, letting me lap up every drop.
Later, when we finally caught our breath, she pulled me into her lap on the floor and kissed me slow, tasting both of us on each other’s tongues. “Round two in the shower?” she asked, already sliding her fingers back between my legs. I spread for her and nodded. We weren’t done yet—not even close.
