I slammed her against the wall the second the door clicked shut, my hand already down her jeans, fingers finding how soaked she was. "You really don't know what smuts mean?" I growled, rubbing her clit hard through the wet fabric. She gasped, hips bucking, eyes wide like she was still playing innocent. "Tell me, you filthy little thing. Say it."
She moaned instead of answering, grinding on my hand. "I… I thought it was just dirty stories. Porn. Filth."
"Wrong." I yanked her jeans down, spun her around, and bent her over the couch. Her ass was perfect, cheeks spread, pussy dripping down her thighs. I slapped it once, watching the red bloom. "Smuts mean this. Me stuffing your cunt full while you beg like a whore." I shoved two fingers inside her, pumping rough and fast. She cried out, pushing back for more.
"Fuck, yes. Harder." Her voice was already wrecked. I added a third finger, stretching her open, thumb circling her asshole. "That's what smuts are. Raw, nasty fucking. No romance. Just cum and sweat and you screaming my name when I wreck you."
I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my cock in one thrust, burying myself balls-deep. She was tight, hot, clenching around me. I fucked her like I hated her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every drive. "Say it. What does smuts mean?"
"It means… ah, fuck… getting used like this," she panted. Her hands clawed the cushions. I reached around, pinched her nipples hard through her shirt, then yanked it up to suck one into my mouth while I pounded her. She came fast, pussy pulsing, juices squirting down my shaft.
I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drilled deeper. Her tits bounced with every slam. "Smuts mean swallowing my load after I paint your face," I said, pulling out and stroking fast. She opened her mouth like a good slut, tongue out. Thick ropes hit her lips, chin, and tits. She licked what she could reach, swallowing loud.
But I wasn't done. I dragged her to the bedroom, pushed her onto all fours on the bed, and ate her from behind, tongue fucking her hole while I fingered her ass. She came again, thighs shaking, screaming into the pillow. "More. Tell me more."
"Smuts mean you riding my face until you can't breathe," I said, lying back and pulling her onto me. She ground her pussy on my mouth, my nose buried in her, her juices coating my chin. I licked her clit raw while she sucked my cock upside down, gagging when I thrust up into her throat.
We switched again. I had her on top, impaling herself on my dick, bouncing like she was possessed. "Smuts mean creampie," I grunted, grabbing her hips and slamming up. "Filling this cunt until it's leaking down your legs." She came with me, walls milking every drop as I pumped her full.
Later, sweaty and spent, she lay on my chest, my cum still trickling out of her. "So that's what smuts mean," she whispered, already reaching down to stroke me hard again. "Dirty. Nasty. Real."
I flipped her over for round two. "Exactly. Now shut up and take it."
