She dropped to her knees the second the door clicked shut, already yanking at his belt like a bitch in heat. "Fuck my face," she growled, voice thick with spit and need. "Doggy style, hard and nasty. Don't hold back."
He didn't. He shoved his jeans down, cock springing out thick and veined, already leaking. She spun around fast, planting her hands on the floor, ass high, back arched deep so her mouth lined up perfect under him. Her tits swung free, nipples tight. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy. "Shove it down my throat. Use me like a fuckhole."
He stepped in close, boots on either side of her knees, and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. No teasing. He rammed his cock straight between her lips and kept pushing until her nose mashed against his balls. She gagged hard, throat clenching, spit exploding out around his shaft and dripping down her chin onto the floor. He pulled back just enough for her to suck air, then slammed in again, deeper, using her mouth like a pussy.
Her body rocked with every thrust. Ass cheeks spread wide from the angle, her soaked cunt winking open and empty, juices running down her thighs. She moaned around his cock, the sound wet and broken, vibrating straight up his length. He fucked her face in steady, brutal strokes, hips snapping forward, balls slapping her chin. Spit coated everything, strings stretching from her lips every time he withdrew.
"Take it," he snarled, voice low and filthy. "Fucking choke on this dick. That's what you wanted, right? Dog face fuck till you can't breathe."
She nodded as best she could, eyes watering, mascara already smearing. Her hands stayed planted on the floor, knuckles white, body trembling from the force. Every time he bottomed out, her throat bulged around him. He held her there longer, grinding, feeling her struggle and swallow. Then he pulled out, letting thick ropes of saliva pour from her open mouth.
"More," she gasped, voice hoarse. "Don't stop. Fuck my face harder."
He obliged. Gripped her skull tighter and started pounding, short vicious thrusts that made her gag and retch, spit flying everywhere. Her tits bounced wildly beneath her. She reached one hand back blindly, spreading her own ass cheeks wider, showing him her dripping hole like an offering. He ignored it for now, focusing on wrecking her throat.
The room filled with the sounds: wet gluck-gluck-gluck, her choked moans, his heavy breathing, the slap of skin. He felt his balls tighten, that familiar rush building fast. He didn't warn her. Just buried himself to the root and came, pumping thick ropes straight down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the rest bubbling out around his cock and spilling down her neck.
He pulled out slowly, cock still twitching, and smeared the mess across her lips. She licked him clean without being told, tongue working sloppily, eyes half-lidded and satisfied. Then she stayed right there on all fours, panting, ass still up, cunt visibly pulsing.
"Turn around," he ordered. She did, crawling in a tight circle until her face was level with his softening cock again. Without a word she took him back in her mouth, sucking gently now, cleaning every drop while her fingers worked between her own legs, rubbing her swollen clit in quick circles.
He watched her come like that, face still pressed to his crotch, body shaking, fresh spit and cum dripping from her chin. When she finally sagged forward, spent, he hauled her up by the hair and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue.
"Round two in ten," he muttered against her mouth. "Same position. This time I'm finishing in that dripping cunt while your face is still wrecked."
She smiled, filthy and eager.
"Can't wait."
