She pushed open the door and he was already waiting, cock half-hard in his fist. "Strip," he said, voice low and flat. "Then get on the bed and spread your cunt so I can see how wet you are."
Clothes hit the floor in a messy pile. She climbed onto the mattress, knees wide, fingers pulling her lips apart. The cool air hit slick skin and she shivered. He watched, stroking himself slower now.
"Talk," he ordered. "Use those smut words you love. Tell me what that greedy hole wants."
Her voice came out shaky at first. "I want your thick cock stretching my pussy. I want you to fuck me hard until I'm dripping down my thighs."
He climbed over her, the head of his dick dragging through her folds without pushing in. "More. Filthy. Make it nasty."
She swallowed and tried again. "I want you to slam into my cunt and pound me like a cheap whore. I want your balls slapping my ass while you call me your dirty fucktoy. I want to feel every inch splitting me open."
He thrust in one rough stroke, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped, back arching. He didn't give her time to adjust, just started driving into her with steady, heavy snaps of his hips.
"That's it," he growled against her ear. "Keep those smut words coming.
Tell me how my cock feels owning that sloppy pussy."
"It feels so fucking big," she panted. "You're wrecking my cunt. I can feel you in my guts. Don't stop. Fuck me like you hate me."
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back inside. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached under to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. "Say it dirtier. Tell me you want my cum leaking out of your ruined hole."
She moaned into the sheets. "I want you to flood my pussy. Fill me up until it's running down my legs. Use me. Breed my cunt like the slut I am."
His pace turned brutal. Skin slapped skin, the wet sound of her soaked pussy taking every inch loud in the room. She kept babbling, the words spilling out raw and unfiltered.
"Harder. Fuck my cunt harder. Make it hurt so good. I'm your personal fuckhole. Pound me until I can't walk."
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her again, and shoved back in. This time he hooked her knees over his elbows, folding her nearly in half so he could watch his cock disappear into her. "Look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. You're dripping all over my balls. Such a filthy girl."
She reached down, fingers spreading herself wider for him. "Watch it take your cock. Watch how my cunt grips you. I'm so close. Don't stop talking. Call me names."
"Desperate little cumslut," he snarled, thumb pressing hard on her clit. "You love being used like this. Love having your pussy wrecked while you beg for load after load."
Her orgasm hit sharp and sudden. Her walls clamped down, pulsing around him, a rush of wetness soaking the sheets beneath them. He fucked her straight through it, not slowing, chasing his own release with the same raw rhythm.
When he came he stayed buried deep, grinding in tight circles as he pumped her full. Thick ropes of cum flooded her, some already leaking out around his shaft. He didn't pull out right away. Instead he stayed inside, softening slowly while he murmured more filthy praise against her throat.
"Feel that? My cum stuffed in your cunt. You're going to keep it there until I decide to fuck another load into you."
She nodded, still trembling, legs loose around his waist. "Yes. Keep me full. Use those smut words all night. Make me your mess."
He kissed the corner of her mouth, almost gentle now, but the grip on her hips stayed possessive. "Good girl. We're not done. Not until that pretty pussy can't take another word."
