He spotted her across the bar, short skirt riding up her thighs, nipples poking through a thin top. She caught his stare and smiled like she knew exactly what he wanted. Ten minutes later they were in the elevator to his room, her hand already rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
The door barely closed before he shoved her against it. “Get those fucking clothes off,” he growled. She stripped fast, tits bouncing free, pussy already glistening. He dropped his pants and his cock sprang out, thick and hard, veins throbbing. She dropped to her knees without a word and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard while her hand stroked the shaft.
“Deeper, slut,” he said, grabbing her hair. He pushed until his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged but kept going, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. He fucked her face in short thrusts, balls slapping her chin, until strings of saliva coated his dick.
He yanked her up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. One hand spread her ass cheeks while the other lined his cock up with her soaked pussy. He slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, walls clenching around him. He didn’t give her time to adjust—he started pounding, hips slapping her ass with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he drove into her. Her juices coated his cock and ran down his balls. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. She pushed back against him, moaning like a whore.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and spread her legs wide. He shoved back inside and leaned down, sucking one nipple hard while he fucked her. Her pussy gripped him like a fist. He changed angles, hitting that spot that made her legs shake. She came hard, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets.
He didn’t stop. He kept slamming into her through the orgasm, chasing his own.
Sweat dripped from his chest onto her stomach. He grabbed her ankles and folded her in half, cock spearing even deeper. Her second orgasm hit faster, pussy pulsing and milking him.
“Gonna fill this cunt,” he warned. She nodded, eyes glassy, begging for it. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. He stayed inside, grinding slow while the last spurts pumped out.
They caught their breath tangled together. He pulled out and watched his cum leak from her swollen slit. She reached down, scooped some on her fingers, and licked them clean. He was already getting hard again.
“Round two,” she said, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her ass. He grinned, lined up, and shoved back into her messy, cum-filled pussy. This time he took it slower at first, long strokes that dragged his cock along her walls, then built back to hard, relentless pounding. Her moans turned to screams when he reached under and pinched her clit.
He fucked her through two more orgasms, adding another load deep inside. By the time they finished, the bed was wrecked, her thighs sticky with mixed cum and sweat, and both of them were spent and grinning. She left with his number and his cum still dripping down her leg. He watched her go, already planning the next time he’d wreck that pussy.
