We hit the club around midnight and she popped the molly right there in the bathroom stall, tongue out, eyes already glassy with anticipation. By the time we got back to our apartment her skin was hot and her pupils were blown wide. She stripped in the living room without a word, leaving a trail of clothes, then dropped to her knees and yanked my belt open.
“Fuck, I’m rolling so hard,” she said, voice thick. “I need your cock. Now.”
I grabbed her hair and fed it to her. She swallowed like she was starving, spit running down her chin, gagging herself on purpose because the drug made every sensation louder. Her tongue worked the underside while her hand pumped the base, sloppy and fast. I let her suck until my balls tightened, then pulled her up and bent her over the kitchen counter.
Her pussy was already dripping. I slammed in on the first thrust and she screamed, pushing back like she wanted to split herself open. The molly had her skin flushed and oversensitive; every slap of my hips made her moan like she was coming already. I reached around and rubbed her clit hard, two fingers circling fast while I fucked her deep.
“Deeper,” she gasped. “Fill me up. I want it.”
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around me and I drove back in, pounding so the cabinets rattled. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She clawed my back, nails digging in, mouth open and drooling a little from the drug. I could feel her pussy clenching, getting tighter, wetter.
She came first, hard, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around my cock. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own orgasm, balls slapping wet against her ass. When I was close I told her exactly what I was going to do.
“I’m gonna cum in this pussy. You want it?”
“Yes,” she begged, eyes wild. “Cum inside me. Fill me up while I’m rolling.”
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes pumping straight into her. She came again the second she felt it, grinding down to take every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her flooded cunt.
After a minute I carried her to the bedroom, still hard. She climbed on top, rolling her hips slow and filthy, letting my cum leak out around my shaft and down my balls. Every time she sank down she moaned like it was the best thing she’d ever felt.
I grabbed her ass and made her ride faster, watching her tits and the way her eyes rolled back.
“Again,” she panted. “Cum in me again.”
I flipped her onto her stomach, shoved back inside, and fucked her prone, one hand on her neck, the other under her rubbing her swollen clit. She was incoherent now, babbling about how good it felt, how full she was. I lasted longer the second time, dragging it out until she was shaking and begging. When I came I stayed deep, grinding, pumping another load into her already messy pussy.
We didn’t stop there. She sucked me clean between rounds, tasting herself and my cum mixed together. I took her on the floor, against the wall, in the shower with hot water running over us. Every time I finished inside her she thanked me, voice hoarse, body trembling from the molly and the orgasms.
By sunrise she was lying on her back, legs spread, my cum leaking out of her in thick white trails. She looked wrecked and satisfied, skin still flushed, smiling like she’d never come down. I slid two fingers into her used pussy and she sighed, hips lifting to meet them.
“More,” she whispered. “I want you to cum in me all night.”
And I did.
