She grabbed his dick the second the door clicked shut, squeezing it through his jeans like she owned the thing. "Strip and get on the bed," she said, voice flat and hungry. "We're doing Tom Lehrer tonight. Filthy version." He peeled off his clothes fast, already half-hard from the look in her eyes. She stayed dressed at first, just watching him lie back, legs spread, cock resting against his stomach. Then she climbed on, still in her tight black dress, and rubbed her wet cunt along his shaft without letting him inside.
"Start with The Elements," she ordered, grinding down slow and mean. "But change the words. Make every element about fucking me." He groaned and began, voice rough. "There's hydrogen and helium, lithium, beryllium, boron for your tits, carbon fucks your clit…" She sank down an inch, letting the head of his cock nudge her entrance, then pulled back. "Louder," she snapped. He kept going, listing them dirty, hips jerking up every time she let him feel her heat. By the time he reached uranium she was riding the full length, cunt gripping him tight, juices coating his balls.
She leaned forward, tits in his face, and bit his ear.
"Now Poisoning Pigeons in the Park. Turn the pigeons into my holes." He started singing the melody, words slurred with lust. "We poison pigeons in the park, but tonight we fuck your cunt until it barks…" She laughed once, low and filthy, then slammed down harder, taking every inch. Her dress rode up around her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. The wet slap of skin filled the room as she bounced, using him like a toy while he kept the tune going.
"Faster," she said. "Make it nasty." He switched to a faster tempo, describing how he'd fuck her ass next, how he'd come on her tongue, how he'd bend her over and spank her while reciting The Masochism Tango. She moaned and clenched around him, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit in tight circles. Sweat slicked her thighs. She leaned back, hands on his knees, riding him deep so he could watch his cock disappear into her shaved pussy again and again.
When he tried to grab her hips she slapped his wrists away. "Sing only. No hands." He obeyed, voice cracking as he launched into a filthy rewrite of I Hold Your Hand in Mine, turning it into holding her ass while he pounded her from behind. She flipped them suddenly, putting him on top. "Fuck me like you mean it. Finish the set." He drove into her hard, balls slapping, the bed creaking. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed his back, demanding he keep singing even as her cunt fluttered around him.
He came first, groaning the last lines of a twisted Bright College Years while pumping thick ropes inside her. She didn't stop moving, milking him until he was shaking, then pushed his head between her legs. "Clean it up and sing the encore." He licked his own come out of her, tongue working her swollen clit, still mumbling half-finished dirty lyrics. She grabbed his hair and came hard, thighs clamping his head, cunt pulsing against his mouth.
Afterward she lit a cigarette and grinned down at him. "Same time next week. Next set's gonna be the Vatican Rag, but dirtier." He lay there catching his breath, cock already twitching again at the promise.
