She shoved me against the wall the second the door shut. "Get your cock out," she said, voice low and flat like she was ordering coffee. No smile, no tease. Just that. My hands went to my belt while she kicked off her boots and yanked her jeans down, panties with them in one rough pull. She was already wet, the smell of her hitting me hard in the small room.
I freed my dick and she wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing once like she was testing the weight. "Thick enough," she muttered, then dropped to her knees and took me straight into her mouth. No licking around the head, no slow build. She sucked me deep on the first stroke, throat working, spit already dripping down her chin onto the floor. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, hips snapping forward. She gagged but didn't pull back, just took it, eyes watering and locked on mine.
When she stood up she turned around, bent over the arm of the couch, and spread herself open with both hands. "Fuck my cunt. Hard." I lined up and drove in. She was tight and hot and soaked. Every thrust made a wet slap that echoed off the walls. She pushed back to meet me, grunting each time I bottomed out. "Deeper, you fuck. Split me open." I gave her what she asked for, pounding until my balls slapped her clit and her juices ran down my thighs.
She came first, sudden and loud, pussy clamping so tight I almost lost it. She didn't stop moving. "Don't you dare pull out. Fill me." I slammed in three more times and unloaded, thick pulses shooting deep while she milked every drop with those inner muscles. When I finally slid free, cum leaked out of her and down her legs. She reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean without looking at me.
We didn't talk. She pushed me onto the couch, climbed on, and sank down on my cock again, still half-hard. This time she rode me slow and nasty, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke, telling me exactly how she wanted it. "Squeeze my tits. Harder. Leave marks." I did. She leaned forward so her nipples dragged across my chest, sweat making everything slick. When she came again she bit my shoulder, teeth sinking in until I hissed.
After that she flipped around, ass toward me, and took me in her ass without warning or lube beyond what was already dripping from her cunt. She hissed at the stretch but kept going until I was buried to the root. "Move," she ordered. I thrust up into that tighter heat while she rubbed her clit in fast circles. She came screaming this time, whole body shaking, and I followed right after, pumping another load into her ass.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then she stood, pulled her jeans back on over the mess, and headed for the door. "Same time next week," she said over her shoulder. "Bring a friend if you want. I can take more than one cock."
The door clicked shut. I sat there with my dick still twitching, cum and her juices drying on my skin, already counting the days until round two.
