Kristen slammed the door behind her and peeled off her soaked panties right there in the hallway. Her roommate had left for the weekend, so the apartment was hers. She dropped onto the couch, spread her legs, and shoved two fingers straight into her dripping cunt. "Fuck, I need a cock," she muttered, pumping hard and fast, thumb grinding her swollen clit with every stroke.
The guy from the bar had texted back. His name was Mark, thirty-two, built like he lifted every day. She told him to come over and fuck her senseless. No small talk. No romance. Just dick.
He showed up twenty minutes later, already hard in his jeans. Kristen opened the door naked. "Get inside and get your cock out," she said. Mark grinned, kicked the door shut, and unzipped. His thick shaft sprang free, veined and leaking at the tip. She dropped to her knees and swallowed him to the root in one wet gulp. Spit ran down her chin as she gagged herself on it, throat squeezing the head while her hands worked his balls.
Mark grabbed her hair and fucked her face. "That's it, slut. Choke on it." Kristen moaned around the meat, eyes watering, drool pouring onto her tits. She pulled off only to beg, "Fuck my pussy. Now."
He hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and rammed in balls-deep. Kristen screamed and pushed back, taking every inch. Her cunt clenched around him, wet and tight. Mark pounded her like a machine, hips slapping loud and filthy, balls swinging against her ass. "Harder, goddammit," she snarled. He obliged, yanking her hair, slapping her ass red while he drilled her hole open.
They switched positions fast. Kristen rode him on the floor, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, tits bouncing in his face. She came first, cunt pulsing and squirting down his shaft. Mark flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and jackhammered until he unloaded deep inside her, hot cum flooding her womb.
They didn't stop. Kristen sucked him hard again in the shower, water streaming over them while she deep-throated and fingered her own ass. Mark bent her against the tiles and took her there too, stretching her tight hole with spit and cum until she was begging for more. Later they moved to the bed. She rode his face, smothering him with her soaked pussy while she sucked him off in a sloppy sixty-nine. He came down her throat; she swallowed every drop and kept sucking until he was ready again.
By morning Kristen was a mess of sweat, cum, and bruises. Her cunt and ass throbbed, lips swollen from use. Mark left with a slap on her ass and a promise to come back the next night. Kristen stayed in bed, legs spread, three fingers working her wrecked pussy while she replayed every raw thrust.
She already knew she'd text him again. She wanted more. Harder. Dirtier. All night long.
