She walked into the bar like she owned the place, short skirt barely covering her ass, nipples poking through her thin top. I knew right away she was trouble, the kind that wanted to get fucked hard and nasty. I bought her a drink and she leaned in close, whispering that she wrote erotica porn stories for a living but never lived them out. Her hand slid down to my crotch, squeezing my growing cock through my jeans. "Make one real tonight," she said.
We didn't even finish the drinks. I dragged her to my car and shoved her into the backseat. She pulled my cock out fast, wrapping her lips around it and sucking like a whore who needed it. Spit ran down her chin as she took me deep, gagging but not stopping. "Fuck my face," she mumbled around my shaft. I grabbed her hair and thrust hard, pumping into her throat until tears streaked her makeup.
By the time we hit my apartment, her panties were soaked. I ripped them off and bent her over the couch. Her pussy was dripping, shaved smooth and pink. I slammed into her without warning, burying every inch in one thrust. She moaned loud, pushing back to take more. "Pound that cunt," she begged. I did, gripping her hips and fucking her raw, balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Her walls clenched tight, milking me as she came hard, juices running down her thighs.
We didn't stop there. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and ate her out like a starving man. Tongue deep in her slit, sucking her swollen clit while two fingers pumped her ass. She screamed and squirted, soaking my face and the floor. "More, you dirty fuck," she demanded. I flipped her again, spit on her asshole, and drove my cock straight into her tight backdoor. She pushed back, taking it all, begging for it harder.
Hours passed in a blur of sweat and filth. She rode me reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing as she ground her pussy on my dick then switched to her ass. I slapped her cheeks red, called her every name she wanted, and filled her holes one after another. When I finally unloaded down her throat, she swallowed every drop and licked me clean, already planning the next chapter of our own erotica porn stories.
We collapsed tangled together, but she wasn't done.
Her hand stroked me back to life while she whispered new filthy ideas. By morning light we were at it again, her on all fours with my cock stretching her pussy wide, both of us chasing another orgasm that left us shaking and spent. She smiled, satisfied, already typing notes for her next story on her phone.
