Jenna slammed the door behind her and kicked off her heels. Her pussy was already throbbing from the way Mark had stared at her all night at the bar. She yanked her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but a soaked black thong. The fabric clung to her swollen lips. She needed cock and she needed it now.
Mark followed her in, already unbuckling his belt. “Get on the bed and spread those legs,” he growled.
She obeyed, crawling onto the mattress on all fours first so he could see her ass. Then she flipped onto her back, hooked her thumbs into the thong, and peeled it down her thighs. Her shaved cunt glistened under the low light. “Look how wet I am for you. Come fuck this slutty hole.”
Mark dropped his pants. His thick cock sprang free, veined and rock-hard, the head already leaking. He climbed between her thighs and rubbed the fat crown up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. “You want this dick stretching you open?”
“Stop teasing and shove it in,” she hissed.
He slammed forward in one thrust, burying every inch inside her. Jenna cried out, back arching as her walls clenched around him. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started pounding, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass with every brutal stroke. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.
“Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me like a vice,” he grunted. He grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples until she moaned louder. Jenna reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles, chasing the orgasm that was already building.
“Harder. Use me. Fill this cunt up,” she begged.
Mark flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back inside. The new angle hit deeper. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back while he railed her. Jenna pushed back to meet every thrust, ass jiggling from the force. Sweat slicked their bodies. Her juices ran down her thighs.
She came first, pussy spasming around his cock, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets. Mark didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again. “Open your mouth.”
She did, tongue out. He stroked his cock twice and shot thick ropes across her face and tongue. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked the rest off her lips while he watched.
They weren’t done. Mark stayed hard. He pushed her knees to her chest and slid back into her sloppy, cum-smeared pussy. This time he went slow, grinding deep, letting her feel every inch dragging against her sensitive walls. Jenna clawed at his back, begging for more.
“Tell me how much you love being my dirty fucktoy,” he demanded.
“I love it. I love your cock ruining my cunt. Don’t stop until you flood me again.”
He came inside her this time, pulsing hot and deep while she milked him with her walls. They collapsed tangled together, breathing hard, his cum leaking out of her well-used hole.
Jenna smiled, already thinking about round three.
