She shoved her phone into my hands the second I walked through the door. “Check these out,” she said, already kicking off her jeans. The screen glowed with a folder named simply “smut pics.” I thumbed through it while she stripped. Naked women bent over, asses spread wide, pussies glistening. Guys with thick cocks buried in throats.
Close-ups of come dripping out of stretched holes. My own cock twitched hard against my zipper.
“These get you wet?” I asked, voice already rough.
“Fucking soaked,” she answered, climbing onto the bed on all fours. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart so I could see the wet spot soaking through her panties. “Scroll to the one with the girl getting railed from behind. That’s the one I came to last night.”
I found it. The photo showed a woman face-down, ass up, some guy’s cock halfway inside her. Her fingers clawed the sheets. I dropped the phone, yanked my pants down, and shoved my cock straight into her without warning. She grunted, pushing back to take every inch.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Like in the pics.”
I gripped her hips and slammed into her, skin slapping loud and wet. Every thrust made her pussy squelch around me. She grabbed the phone again, holding it up so we could both watch the next picture load: a close-up of a tongue buried in a dripping cunt. “Do that to me,” she ordered.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and buried my face between her thighs. She tasted sharp and salty. I licked her clit in fast circles, then shoved two fingers inside her and pumped them while I sucked. She moaned and rocked against my mouth, one hand still holding the phone above us.
“Next one,” she panted. The screen showed a guy jerking off onto a pair of tits. She pushed me onto my back, straddled my chest, and wrapped her hand around my cock. “Jerk it like that. I want to watch you come on me.”
I stroked myself while she watched, her fingers rubbing her own clit inches from my face. When I got close she leaned down and opened her mouth, tongue out. I shot thick ropes across her tongue and lips, some landing on her chin. She swallowed what she could, then wiped the rest across her tits with a grin.
She wasn’t done. She scooted down, lined my still-hard cock up with her pussy, and sank down in one motion. “Fuck me while I pick the next pic,” she said, riding me slow and deep. The phone screen showed two women scissoring, clits grinding together. She reached behind her, grabbed my balls, and squeezed. “Imagine that’s us. Two wet cunts rubbing.”
I thrust up to meet her, grabbing her ass to spread her wider. She bounced faster, tits shaking, phone forgotten on the mattress. Her pussy clamped down when she came, pulsing around my cock. I flipped her again, got her on her stomach, and drove back inside. The angle let me go deeper. She clawed the sheets and begged for more.
“Use me like those pictures,” she gasped. “Fill me up.”
I fucked her until my thighs burned, then pulled out and pushed her knees to her chest. My cock slid back into that slick heat and I pounded until I felt my balls tighten again. I came hard, pumping come deep inside her. When I pulled out it leaked out in thick white trails down her ass crack.
She reached between her legs, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while looking straight at me. “We’re doing this again tomorrow,” she said. “Next time I want you to take the pictures while you fuck me.”
I was already getting hard again.
