She walked into the room like she owned every cock in Manila. Kristina Bratt, the brattiest girl in the whole collection, stripped off her schoolgirl skirt the second the door clicked shut. “Putang ina, you’re already hard,” she said, voice thick with that sweet Tagalog accent, eyes locked on my dick. No slow tease, no poetry. She dropped to her knees on the cheap tile floor and swallowed me straight to the root.
Her tongue worked fast and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto her white blouse. I grabbed her ponytail and fucked her throat like it was the only thing that mattered. She gagged once, twice, then moaned around my shaft, the vibration making my balls tighten. “Tangina, harder,” she gasped when she pulled off for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my head. I shoved back in, using her mouth until tears streaked her mascara.
I yanked her up, bent her over the narrow bed, and kicked her legs apart. Her pussy was already glistening, pink and shaved smooth the way the collection always wanted. One thrust and I was balls-deep in that tight, wet heat. Kristina pushed back, meeting every stroke, ass cheeks rippling. “Fuck me like the dirty Tagalog slut I am,” she hissed.
I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint and pounded faster, the wet slap of skin filling the tiny room.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles, coming hard around my cock with a string of curses in Tagalog. Her cunt clenched and pulsed, milking me, but I didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her knees over my shoulders, and drilled deeper. Her small tits bounced with every thrust. She grabbed my ass, nails digging in. “Come inside me, putang ina. Fill that pussy.”
I slammed in one last time and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her. She kept her legs locked around me until I was empty, then scooped some of the mess with two fingers and licked them clean, eyes never leaving mine. “Next story in the collection starts tomorrow,” she said, already reaching for her phone to text the next guy. “Bring a friend. I want both holes wrecked.”
Kristina Bratt never stayed satisfied for long. That was the whole point of the girl collection.
