Jasmine dropped to her knees the second the apartment door clicked shut. She didn’t waste time with small talk or slow teasing. Her hands went straight to his belt, yanking it open while she looked up at him with that hungry stare. “Give me that dick,” she said, voice low and rough. “I want it in my mouth right now.”
He was already hard when she pulled him out. Thick, veiny, and dark against her palm. Jasmine wrapped her lips around the head without another word and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. Spit ran down his shaft fast as she took him deeper, throat opening up on the second stroke. She gagged once, eyes watering, but didn’t pull back. Instead she pushed further until her nose pressed against his stomach and her throat squeezed around the tip.
“Fuck, just like that,” he growled, hand on the back of her head. Jasmine moaned around the cock, the sound wet and nasty. She bobbed fast, slurping loudly, strings of spit dripping onto her tits. Every few strokes she pulled off to lick the underside, tongue flat and broad, then swallowed him again like she was starving for it.
Her hand worked what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting and stroking in time with her sucks. She kept her eyes on his, dark and focused, while she let him fuck her throat in short thrusts.
Tears streaked her makeup but she didn’t slow down. When he started throbbing harder she pulled back just enough to talk dirty.
“Gonna cum for me? Want me to swallow every drop?” She licked a bead of precum from the slit. “Do it. Fill my mouth.”
He didn’t last long after that. His hips jerked and the first hot spurt hit her tongue. Jasmine sealed her lips tight around the head and kept stroking the shaft, milking him. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth—salty, heavy, coating her throat as she swallowed in greedy gulps. She didn’t spill a drop. Her throat worked visibly, taking it all while she moaned like she was the one getting off.
When he finished she kept sucking gently, cleaning every trace off his cock until it started to soften. She finally let him slip free, lips shiny, and opened her mouth to show him it was empty. Then she licked her lips and grinned.
“Round two in the bedroom,” she said, already standing and pulling her dress over her head. “This time I want you to fuck my face until I can’t breathe. And you better give me another load to swallow.”
He followed her without argument. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass up, and waited. When he pushed back into her mouth she took it even deeper than before, gagging and choking but never stopping. Spit soaked the sheets. Her hands gripped his thighs, pulling him harder into her throat. Every time he pulled out she gasped for air, then opened wide again.
“Use my mouth,” she begged between strokes. “Cum down my throat again. I need it.”
He gave her exactly what she wanted. The second load was smaller but still thick, and she swallowed it the same way—slow, deliberate gulps, tongue working to catch every bit. After he pulled out she stayed on her knees, licking her lips clean and rubbing her soaked pussy while she caught her breath.
Jasmine didn’t need romance or buildup. She just wanted the taste, the fullness in her throat, the satisfaction of taking every drop. By the time the night ended she’d swallowed three loads, each one going straight down without hesitation. She lay back on the bed, cum still on her breath, and smiled like she’d gotten exactly what she came for.
