She was already dripping when she grabbed the cold bottle off the table. No foreplay, no sweet talk. Just her on the edge of the bed with her shorts yanked down and her cunt spread wide open, staring at that thick glass neck like it was the only cock she needed tonight.
"Fuck it," she muttered, wrapping her fingers around the base. The bottle was still half full, beads of condensation sliding down the sides. She tilted it, poured a little of the beer over her clit, and hissed at the chill. Then she pressed the rim right against her hole and pushed.
The glass was unforgiving, wider than most fingers, and she had to rock it to get the lip inside. Her pussy lips stretched around it, pink and shiny, gripping the bottle as she worked it deeper. Inch by inch the neck disappeared, her juices mixing with the beer and running down the sides in messy streaks. She didn't stop until the wider part of the bottle started to force her open more.
"Shit, that's thick," she groaned, legs shaking. She braced one hand on the mattress and used the other to twist the bottle, screwing it into herself like she was trying to drill it home. Her walls clenched hard around the smooth glass, trying to pull it in and push it out at the same time. Every twist made wet, obscene sounds fill the room.
She pulled it out halfway, watching her own cunt gape for a second before she slammed it back in. Harder this time. The bottle bottomed out against her cervix and she cried out, a raw, filthy sound. Her free hand went straight to her clit, rubbing fast circles while she fucked herself with the beer bottle in short, brutal thrusts.
"Take it, you greedy slut," she hissed at herself, voice low and nasty. "Take that fucking bottle. Stretch that hole." She angled it upward, dragging the thick glass over her front wall until her thighs started to tremble. Beer sloshed inside the bottle with every thrust, the liquid inside her getting warmer from her body heat.
She didn't ease up. She kept pounding herself with it, the bottle going in so deep the label was almost disappearing between her lips. Her juices coated the glass in thick strings every time she pulled back. The stretch burned in the best way, turning into a deep, throbbing ache that made her clit pulse under her fingers.
When she came, it was sudden and violent. Her cunt clamped down so hard the bottle jerked in her grip. She kept thrusting through it, forcing the glass in and out while she squirted around it, clear fluid mixing with the spilled beer on the sheets. Her moans turned into broken curses, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as her whole body locked up.
She didn't pull it out right away. She left the bottle buried inside her, half-choked by her spasming pussy, and just rocked her hips slowly, savoring the way it kept her stretched and full. When she finally eased it free, her hole stayed open for a moment, twitching and empty, before she shoved two fingers inside to feel how loose and used she was.
She brought the bottle to her mouth, licked the slick mixture of beer and her own cum off the glass, and grinned. Round two was already on her mind.
