She pushed open the door to his apartment and didn’t waste a second. “I’ve been wet all day thinking about your cock,” she said, dropping her bag and kicking the door shut behind her. He was on her in two steps, hands yanking her shirt over her head, mouth crushing against hers. Their tongues fought as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, fingers immediately pinching her hard nipples until she moaned into his mouth.
“Get on your knees,” he growled. She dropped without hesitation, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his thick cock. It was already rock hard, the head shiny with pre-cum. She licked from the base to the tip in one long stroke, then opened wide and took him deep. He grabbed her hair and thrust, fucking her throat while she gagged and drooled down her chin. “That’s it, choke on it,” he said, pulling out just long enough for her to gasp before shoving back in.
When he hauled her up and bent her over the couch, he ripped her jeans and panties down in one rough pull. Her pussy was dripping, lips swollen and ready. He slapped her ass hard, then lined up and slammed his cock straight into her cunt. She cried out as he bottomed out, balls slapping against her. He didn’t ease up—each thrust was deep and brutal, the wet sound of her pussy taking every inch filling the room.
“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against him. He gripped her hips and pounded faster, the couch scraping across the floor. His thumb found her asshole and pressed in, stretching her while he fucked her pussy. She came first, walls clenching around his cock, juices running down her thighs.
He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back inside, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit while he fucked her, eyes locked on his. “Fill me up,” she ordered. He grunted, pace turning frantic, then buried himself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her. He stayed inside her, cock twitching as the last drops spilled out, then pulled free and watched his load leak from her used hole.
They didn’t rest long. She climbed into his lap on the floor, sinking down onto his half-hard cock again, riding him slow and dirty while she fed him her tits. He sucked her nipples, biting just enough to make her whimper, hands spreading her ass cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her. By the time he was fully hard again she was grinding hard, clit rubbing against him until she came a second time, soaking his lap.
He stood, lifting her with him, and carried her to the bedroom. There he laid her out and ate her pussy like a starving man, tongue lapping his own cum mixed with her juices, fingers pumping into her until she was shaking. When he finally slid back inside her, it was slower but no less filthy—long, deep strokes while he told her exactly how tight and wet she felt around his cock. She came again, legs locked around him, nails digging into his back.
They fucked until the sheets were soaked and both of them were spent, cum and sweat drying on their skin. She curled against his chest afterward, already planning the next round. “Tomorrow I want you to fuck my ass,” she whispered. He laughed low and pulled her closer. “Count on it.”
