He spotted her across the bar, tall and thick in all the right places, tits straining against a tight black top, ass round and wide in leather pants. She caught his stare and smiled, lips painted dark red. Ten minutes later they were in a cab, her hand already rubbing the bulge in his jeans while she whispered what she wanted to do to him.
They barely made it inside her apartment before clothes hit the floor. She shoved him onto the couch and stood over him, peeling off her pants to reveal smooth skin and a thick, half-hard cock already starting to twitch. "Suck it," she ordered, voice low and rough. He dropped to his knees without hesitation, wrapping his lips around the head and tasting salt and skin.
She groaned and pushed deeper, feeding him inch after inch until her balls pressed against his chin. He gagged but kept going, spit running down his neck while she fucked his mouth in short, hard thrusts.
"Fuck, your throat feels good," she muttered, gripping his hair. "Take it all, slut." He moaned around her cock, his own dick leaking onto the floor. She pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them, then hauled him up and bent him over the arm of the couch. Her fingers, slick with lube from somewhere, pushed into his hole, two at once, stretching him open fast and dirty. He pushed back, wanting more, and she laughed. "Greedy little fuck. You want my cock in this tight ass?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Give it to me."
She lined up and shoved in, one long thrust that buried her cock balls-deep. The burn was sharp but perfect. She didn't wait, just started pounding, hips slapping against his ass with every stroke. Her tits bounced against his back when she leaned over him, one hand reaching around to stroke his dick in time with her thrusts. "Take every inch," she growled. "Your ass was made for trans cock." He clenched around her, pushing back to meet each slam, the wet sound of her fucking him filling the room.
She flipped him onto his back on the couch, legs spread wide, and drove back in. Her cock looked obscene sliding in and out of him, shiny with lube and his own spit. She leaned down and kissed him hard, tongue fucking his mouth while she bottomed out again and again. Sweat slicked their skin. Her balls slapped his ass on every thrust. He wrapped his legs around her waist and begged for more, voice breaking.
She pulled out suddenly, flipped him again, and yanked him onto all fours on the floor. This time she went even harder, one hand fisting his hair, the other smacking his ass red. "Gonna fill you up," she panted. "Gonna pump you full of cum." Her rhythm faltered, then she slammed in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as hot cum flooded his hole. He felt every spurt, thick and heavy inside him.
She didn't pull out right away. Instead she reached under him and jerked his cock fast and rough until he came with a shout, shooting across the floor while her softening cock still twitched in his ass. When she finally eased out, cum leaked down his thighs. She pushed two fingers back inside him, scooping some of it out and feeding it to him. He sucked her fingers clean without being told.
They stayed on the floor, breathing hard. She stroked his back, almost gentle now. "Round two in ten minutes," she said, already half-hard again against his leg. He nodded, already hard himself at the thought. The night was just getting started.
