She walked into the bar like she owned every cock in the room, all golden hair and tight little dress that barely covered her ass. I watched her order a drink, hips swaying, and knew right then I was going to fuck her. She caught my eye, smirked, and came straight over.
"Buy me one," she said, voice low and filthy.
I did.
Two drinks later she had her hand on my thigh, squeezing. "You look like you can handle a girl who likes it rough."
We barely made it to my place. The door slammed and she was on her knees, yanking my belt open. Her mouth was hot and wet, sucking me deep without any teasing. She gagged on it, spit running down her chin, eyes watering but she kept going, moaning like she loved choking on dick. I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat harder, balls slapping her chin.
"Fuck yes," she gasped when she pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. "Give it to me."
I hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the couch. The dress ripped when I yanked it up. No panties. Her pussy was already dripping down her thighs. I slammed into her in one thrust. She screamed, pushing back to take every inch. I pounded her hard, skin slapping loud, her golden hair bouncing with every stroke.
"Harder, you bastard," she begged. "Fuck that cunt like you mean it."
I did. One hand in her hair, the other smacking her ass red. She came fast, walls squeezing me, juices soaking my balls. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back on the floor, legs over my shoulders, and drilled her deep. Her tits bounced, nipples hard. She clawed my back and kept talking dirty the whole time.
"Fill me up. I want your cum leaking out of me."
I pulled out just long enough to flip her again, this time on all fours, and took her ass. She was tight but she pushed back, taking it. I fucked her ass raw, reaching under to rub her clit until she came again, screaming into the carpet.
When I finally unloaded, it was deep in her pussy after switching back. Thick ropes pumping inside her while she milked every drop. We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, her golden hair a mess across her face.
She looked back over her shoulder, grinning. "Round two in the shower?"
We didn't make it to the shower. She rode me on the couch instead, grinding slow then fast, telling me exactly how she wanted her clit sucked next. I ate her out on the kitchen table, tongue deep in her soaked cunt while she pulled my hair and came on my face. Then she sucked me hard again and climbed on, bouncing on my cock until I filled her a second time.
By morning she was still there, naked and glowing, asking if I wanted to hear the rest of her stories while she stroked me back to life. Her golden girl sex storie was just getting started.
