She slammed the manwa shut but the images stayed burned behind her eyes. Page after page of thick cocks stretching tight holes, sweat-slick bodies grinding, cum dripping down thighs. Her own pussy throbbed, soaked through her panties. She needed it real. Right now.
The guy from the coffee shop downstairs was still in the building. She’d seen him earlier, tall, broad, the exact look of the male lead in her favorite smut manwa. She texted him one line: “Come up. Door’s open. No talking.” He knocked once and walked in.
She was already naked on the couch, legs spread, fingers sliding through her wet folds. “Strip,” she ordered. He dropped his clothes fast. His cock stood heavy and hard, veins pulsing, the head already leaking. Exactly like the drawings.
He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved his dick straight into her mouth. She gagged but took it, throat working around the thick length while spit ran down her chin. He fucked her face rough, hips snapping, balls slapping her jaw. “Suck it like the slut in those books,” he growled. She moaned around him, tongue swirling, throat relaxing so he could push deeper.
When he pulled out she was gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed inside her pussy in one brutal thrust. She cried out, walls clenching around the sudden stretch. He didn’t wait. He pounded her hard and fast, skin slapping loud, her juices coating his shaft and dripping onto the cushions.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he grunted, one hand fisting her hair, the other smacking her ass red. “Just like the manwa bitch.” Every thrust hit deep, the head of his cock battering her cervix. She pushed back, greedy for more, clit rubbing against the couch with every slam.
He pulled out, flipped her again, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue drove into her soaked cunt, licking and sucking her swollen clit while two fingers pumped inside her. She came hard, thighs shaking, a gush of wetness flooding his mouth.
He drank it down, then rose up and shoved back inside her still-spasming pussy.
They fucked like animals. He pinned her wrists above her head and drilled into her, sweat dripping from his chest onto her tits. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass, demanding he go deeper. He switched angles, grinding against her front wall until she screamed through another orgasm, pussy pulsing and milking his cock.
He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto all fours again. This time he pressed the slick head of his cock against her asshole. “You want it here too?” She nodded, pushing back. He worked in slow at first, then buried himself balls-deep in her ass. She moaned loud and filthy while he fucked her rear hole with the same raw rhythm, one hand reaching under to rub her clit.
Cum built fast. He yanked out of her ass, spun her around, and stroked his cock twice before unloading thick ropes across her face and open mouth. She swallowed what she could, the rest streaking her cheeks and tits. He didn’t soften. He shoved back into her pussy while she was still painted in his load, fucking her through the mess until he came again, this time deep inside her cunt.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around his cock. She reached for the manwa on the table, opened it to the exact scene they’d just lived, and showed him the page. “Next time we do the double penetration one,” she said, voice hoarse.
He grinned, already hardening again inside her. “Turn the page.”
