She pushed me against the bedroom wall the second the door clicked shut. "I've been wet since lunch," she whispered, already yanking my belt open. Her fingers were quick and greedy, pulling my cock out and stroking it hard while she bit my lower lip. "No talking. Just fuck me like you mean it."
I spun her around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and shoved her short skirt up over her hips. No panties. Her ass was round and perfect, and when I slid two fingers between her legs she was dripping down her thighs. "Goddamn," I muttered, working her clit in fast circles. She pushed back against my hand, moaning loud and shameless.
"Put it in," she demanded. I lined up and drove straight into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot and soaked, gripping me like she never wanted me to pull out. I fucked her hard, skin slapping, the bed creaking under us. Every time I bottomed out she let out this filthy little grunt that made me even harder.
She reached back and spread herself wider for me. "Deeper. Wreck it." I grabbed her hips and pounded, watching my cock disappear into her again and again. Her juices were running down my balls. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit until her legs started shaking.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "I'm gonna come all over your dick." She did, clenching and pulsing, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets beneath us. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release. When I pulled out she dropped to her knees without being told and took me straight into her mouth, sucking hard and messy, tasting herself on me.
I came down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean with a satisfied hum. We didn't even make it under the covers before round two started, her riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce while she told me exactly how she wanted it next time.
