She looked me dead in the eye over the rim of her glass and asked it flat out. "Is smut porn?" Her voice was low, like she already knew the answer but wanted me to say it anyway. I set my beer down, leaned in, and told her the truth. "Yeah. Smut is porn when it makes your cunt throb and your cock leak.
Now shut up and prove it."
We didn't waste time after that. She dragged me back to her apartment, kicked the door shut, and shoved me against the wall. Her hand went straight for my belt, yanking it open while her mouth crushed against mine. Tongues fighting, teeth clashing. I grabbed her ass hard, fingers digging into the flesh, and pulled her tight so she could feel how fast my dick was getting hard.
"Strip," I said, voice rough. She peeled off her shirt and bra in one move, tits bouncing free, nipples already stiff. I dropped my pants and boxers, cock springing up thick and veined. She dropped to her knees right there in the hallway and swallowed me without a word. Hot, wet mouth sliding down my shaft, tongue swirling under the head, sucking like she wanted to drain me dry. Spit ran down my balls while she bobbed, gagging when I thrust deeper into her throat.
I fucked her face for a minute, hands in her hair, then pulled her up and spun her around. Bent her over the kitchen counter. Yanked her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I slapped her ass once, hard, then lined up and drove my cock straight in. She was tight, hot, and soaked. One long thrust buried me to the balls. She moaned loud and pushed back, grinding on me.
I pounded her right there, hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of her cunt taking every inch filling the room. "This is smut," I growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "This is fucking porn." She reached down and rubbed her clit fast while I railed her, juices coating my shaft and dripping to the floor. Her walls squeezed me every time I bottomed out.
We moved to the bedroom without pulling out. I threw her on the bed, flipped her onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were puffy and red, clit swollen. I shoved back inside and fucked her missionary style, deep and dirty, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. She clawed at my back, legs locked around me, begging for it harder. "Fuck me like it's porn," she panted. I did. I hammered her until the headboard slammed the wall, until sweat slicked our skin and her cunt made filthy squelching noises around my cock.
She came first, body locking up, pussy pulsing and gushing around me. I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was shaking. Then I pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and took her from behind again. Doggy this time, one hand yanking her hair, the other smacking her ass red. My balls slapped her clit with every stroke. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could watch my cock disappear into her stretched hole.
I lasted as long as I could, then pulled out and shot thick ropes across her back and ass, marking her like the dirty slut she was acting like. We collapsed, breathing hard, bodies sticky. She turned her head, smirked, and said, "Yeah. Smut is porn."
We didn't stop there. Round two started in the shower. I soaped her tits, fingered her pussy until she was dripping again, then bent her under the spray and fucked her standing up, water streaming down our joined bodies. My cock slid in easy, her cunt still slick from before. I held her hips and drove up into her, making her moan with every thrust. She came on my dick again, legs trembling, then dropped to suck me clean, tasting her own juices mixed with soap.
Later we moved to the couch. She rode me reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, my hands spreading her cheeks so I could watch her take every inch. She ground her clit against my balls on the downstroke, filthy talk spilling out. "Tell me it's porn. Tell me my cunt is made for this." I slapped her ass and told her exactly that while she milked me.
By the time we finished, sheets were ruined, bodies marked with bites and handprints, and the air smelled like sex. She curled against me afterward, still catching her breath. "Answer the question again," she whispered. I pulled her closer, already getting hard for round three. "Smut is porn. And we're making more of it right now."
