She was dripping before he even touched her. Sarah had driven up from the city to her cousin's empty cabin in the Connecticut woods, horny as hell and tired of polite bullshit. The guy she met at the bar in town didn't waste time either. His name was Mike, thick arms, rough hands, and when she whispered what she wanted he just grunted and followed her back.
Inside the cabin he shoved her against the wall. "Show me that pussy," he said, voice low and dirty. Sarah hiked up her skirt, no panties, and spread her legs. Her cunt was shaved smooth, already glistening. Mike dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, tongue dragging hard over her clit. She grabbed his hair and ground down on his mouth. "Fuck yeah, eat that Connecticut pussy," she moaned. He sucked her lips into his mouth, then pushed two fingers straight inside her, pumping fast.
Wet sounds filled the room.
Sarah came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking. Before she could catch her breath Mike stood up, unzipped, and pulled out his cock. Thick, veined, already leaking. "Turn around," he ordered. She bent over the kitchen table. He slapped her ass once, lined up, and drove his cock balls-deep into her pussy in one thrust. Sarah cried out, the stretch perfect and filthy. He fucked her like he hated her, hips slamming, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. "Take that cock," he growled. "This tight pussy was made for it."
They moved to the bedroom. Clothes gone, sweat already shining on skin. Mike flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her deep. Her pussy clenched around him, creamy on his shaft every time he pulled out. Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck my cunt harder." He did, growling, sweat dripping onto her tits. When he pulled out she tasted herself on his cock, sucking him sloppy and loud until he hauled her up and bent her over the bed again.
Second round he took his time, slow deep strokes while he talked. "Look at this greedy pussy swallowing every inch. Connecticut girls fuck nasty, don't they?" Sarah pushed back, meeting every thrust. She came again, pussy pulsing, juices running down her thighs. Mike didn't stop. He flipped her, put her on all fours, and fucked her from behind until she was babbling. "Fill me up, give me that cum." He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot spurts flooding her cunt. She felt it leak out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it.
They didn't sleep much. Later she rode him on the couch, tits bouncing, his hands gripping her hips while she worked her pussy up and down his cock. "You like that?" she panted. "Like watching my cunt take you?" He answered by sucking her nipples hard and slapping her ass. By morning the sheets were soaked and they were both raw, but satisfied. Sarah left with his number and a sore, well-used pussy. Mike watched her drive away, already thinking about the next time he'd bury his cock in that Connecticut heat.
