She dropped to the floor the second the door clicked shut. No hello, no small talk, just her hands yanking at my belt like she had been thinking about this all day. "Fuck, I need your cock in my mouth right now," she said, voice already thick. I leaned back against the wall and let her work. She freed me, wrapped her fingers around the base, and dragged her tongue from balls to tip in one long, wet stroke.
Her mouth was hot and greedy. She took the head first, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing, then pushed down until her lips met her fist. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She moaned around the shaft like she was getting off on the taste alone. Every time she pulled back she left a thick string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to my cock, then she dove again, taking more, gagging once but not stopping. Her eyes watered and she looked up at me, mascara already starting to smear.
"Use my mouth," she said when she came up for air. "Fuck my throat." I grabbed her hair and held her still while I pushed in deep. She relaxed, let me slide past her tongue, and swallowed around the head. The wet sounds filled the room—gluck, gluck, gluck—mixed with her little choked whimpers. She kept one hand between her own legs, rubbing fast, hips rocking like she could come just from sucking dick.
When I pulled out she gasped, spit everywhere, then went right back down.
She licked my balls, sucked each one into her mouth, then licked back up the shaft and swallowed me again. Her throat tightened and she held there, nose pressed to my stomach, until she had to pull off coughing. "More," she begged. "I want it all."
I fucked her face harder after that. She took it, eyes rolling, drool pouring out of the corners of her mouth and soaking her shirt. Every thrust made her tits bounce. She reached up and squeezed them, pinching her nipples while she let me use her. When I warned her I was close she only sucked harder, tongue swirling under the head on every stroke.
I came down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed the first few, then pulled back so the rest painted her tongue and lips. She showed me the mess, then licked her lips clean and went back for whatever was left on my cock, sucking until I was too sensitive and had to push her off.
She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, face messy, and smiled up at me. "My turn," she said, standing and shoving me toward the bed. She climbed on, straddled my face, and ground her soaked pussy against my mouth while she reached back to stroke me hard again. We stayed like that for a long time—her riding my tongue, me getting stiff under her hand—until she spun around and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion.
She rode me fast and dirty after that, tits bouncing, telling me exactly how good my cock felt inside her after she had just swallowed my load. When she came she clenched so tight I followed right after, filling her while she shook on top of me.
Later she lay beside me, still tasting like both of us, and said she wanted to do it again in the morning. I told her to wake me up with her mouth. She grinned and promised she would.
