She spotted him across the bar, tall and broad with that cocky smirk, and knew right away his name was Jon Jon Smuts. He bought her a drink without asking, leaned in close, and said, “You look like you need a good hard fuck tonight.” Ten minutes later they were in the back of his truck, her skirt hiked up and his fingers already inside her wet pussy.
Jon Jon didn’t waste time. He yanked her panties aside and shoved two thick fingers deep, pumping them fast while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he growled. She moaned and spread her legs wider on the seat. He pulled his fingers out, unzipped his jeans, and freed a heavy, veined cock that curved up toward his stomach. “Suck it,” he ordered.
She leaned over and took him in her mouth, tasting salt and skin. Jon Jon grabbed her hair and fucked her throat in short, rough thrusts. Spit ran down her chin onto his balls. When he was rock hard and slick, he pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the seat. He slammed into her pussy in one thrust, stretching her wide. She cried out as he started pounding, hips slapping against her ass with every stroke.
“Take that cock,” he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He reached around and slapped her clit, then pinched it while he drilled deeper. Her walls clenched around him. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through the first orgasm, kept going, and drove her into a second one that left her shaking. When he was ready he pulled out, spun her back around, and painted her tits with thick ropes of cum.
They caught their breath for a minute, then Jon Jon started again. He laid her on her back across the seat, spread her legs, and ate her pussy like he was starving. His tongue flicked her clit fast and rough while two fingers curled inside her, hitting the spot that made her scream. She came on his face, thighs locked around his head. He wiped his mouth on her thigh, flipped her onto all fours again, and sank back into her soaked cunt.
This time he went slower but deeper, grinding his hips so every inch dragged along her walls. “You like that dirty dick, don’t you?” he muttered. She pushed back against him, begging for more. He reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles until she came again, pussy pulsing around him. Only then did he let himself finish, flooding her with another hot load.
They stayed tangled for a while, sweat cooling on their skin. Jon Jon lit a cigarette and passed it to her. “Round two at my place,” he said. She smiled and nodded. The night was just getting started.
