She slammed the door behind her and dropped her bag. "Fuck, I've been thinking about this all day," she said, already yanking her shirt over her head. Her tits bounced free, nipples stiff from the cold air and her own need. He stood there watching, cock already tenting his jeans.
"Show me what you want," he growled, voice low and rough.
She shoved her jeans down, panties soaked and clinging to her shaved pussy. "I want you to fuck me like one of those smuts stories. Hard. Dirty. No holding back." She climbed onto the bed on all hands and knees, ass up, spreading her legs so he could see everything. Her cunt was dripping, lips swollen and shiny.
He stripped fast, cock springing out thick and veined, the head already leaking. He grabbed her hips and rubbed the fat tip through her folds, coating himself in her juice. "This what you read about? Getting split open?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Shove it in."
He slammed forward in one thrust, burying every inch. She cried out, the stretch burning sweet as her walls clenched around him. He didn't wait, just started pounding, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room, her moans turning guttural.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back. "Taking this cock like a filthy slut."
She pushed back to meet him, grinding her ass against his pelvis. "Harder. Make it hurt good." He obliged, driving deeper until the head battered her cervix. Sweat slicked their bodies. He reached under to pinch her clit, rolling it between his fingers while he fucked her.
Her first orgasm hit fast and sharp, pussy spasming around him, gushing down his shaft. He didn't stop, just flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and kept railing her. Her tits jiggled with every brutal thrust. She reached down to spread her own lips wider, watching his cock disappear into her.
"Look at that greedy hole," he said, spitting on her clit for extra slick. "Swallowing every inch."
She came again, screaming, nails raking his back. He pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed her face into the mattress while he drove back in from behind. His thumb pressed against her asshole, circling, then pushing in knuckle-deep. The double penetration made her sob with pleasure.
"Dirty girl," he rasped. "You love getting both holes used."
He fucked her through two more orgasms before pulling out and stroking himself. Thick ropes of cum painted her ass and lower back, some dripping down to mix with her own wetness. She reached back and rubbed it into her skin, then sucked her fingers clean while he watched.
They didn't rest long. She rolled over, spread her legs, and fingered herself open again. "Your turn to watch," she said, sliding two fingers in and out of her cum-slick cunt. He stroked himself hard again, eyes locked on the show.
Round two started with her riding him, bouncing on his cock until her thighs shook. She leaned down, tits in his face, and he sucked a nipple hard while she ground her clit against him. "Tell me more," she demanded. "Tell me how you're going to use this pussy all night."
He flipped them, pinning her wrists, and fucked her slow and deep this time, whispering every filthy thing he'd do: filling her mouth, making her squirt, bending her over the kitchen counter next. She came again, soaking the sheets.
By the end they were both wrecked, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, breathing hard in the dark. She curled against him, one leg thrown over his, pussy still throbbing. "Best smuts night yet," she murmured.
He kissed her shoulder. "Tomorrow we start over."
