Lena stood six foot four in bare feet and she knew exactly how that fucked with guys. At the bar she towered over me, long black hair falling past her shoulders, tits high and heavy under a tight tank top. I was five eight on a good day. She looked down, smirked, and said, "You keep staring at my legs like you want them wrapped around your face. Buy me a drink and maybe I'll let you try."
We didn't finish the drinks. Her apartment was two blocks away. The second the door closed she pushed me against it, one hand flat on my chest. "Strip," she ordered. I got my shirt and jeans off fast. She stayed dressed, just kicked off her heels so she was still a full head taller. Her hand went straight to my cock, squeezing hard. "Already leaking. Cute."
She shoved me toward the bedroom. I hit the mattress and she climbed on after me, straddling my thighs. Her jeans were still on, denim rough against my dick as she ground down.
"You like how tall I am?" she asked, voice low and filthy. "Like knowing I could pin you here all night?" She peeled her tank off. No bra. Big pale tits with dark nipples. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, easy. The other hand guided one nipple to my mouth. "Suck."
I sucked hard while she rocked her hips, rubbing her crotch against my cock through her jeans. She was getting wet; I could feel the heat. She let go of my wrists only to yank her jeans open and shove them down. No panties. Shaved smooth, lips already slick. She swung a long leg over my face and dropped her pussy right on my mouth. "Eat it. Don't stop till I say."
I licked up into her, tongue pushing deep, then sucking her clit. She was tall enough that her thighs framed my whole head. She rode my face slow and dirty, grinding her cunt against my tongue and nose. "Fuck, that's it. Get it sloppy." Her juices ran down my chin. She reached back and stroked my cock with a loose fist, just enough to keep me hard and desperate.
When she was close she pulled off, turned around, and sank down on my dick in one smooth drop. Tight, hot, wet. She took every inch and bottomed out with a grunt. "Goddamn, you fit perfect when I'm on top." She braced her hands on my chest and started riding, long legs flexing, ass slapping down. Every thrust made her tits bounce. I reached up and grabbed them, thumbs on her nipples. She slapped my hands away. "No. You just lie there and take it."
She fucked me harder, hips snapping. Sweat ran down her stomach. She reached between us and rubbed her clit while she bounced. "Gonna come on your cock," she growled. "Then I'm flipping you over." Her pussy clenched tight, pulsing around me as she came, thighs shaking, a raw moan tearing out of her throat. She didn't stop moving. She kept grinding through it until she was done, then pulled off.
"Hands and knees," she said. I rolled over. She knelt behind me, tall enough that she could lean over my back and still reach around to grab my cock. She stroked me fast and rough. "You want to come? Beg." I begged, voice hoarse. She laughed, low and mean, then lined up and sank back onto me in reverse, facing my feet. Her long legs stretched out on either side of mine. She rode backward, ass flexing, one hand reaching down to cup my balls.
"Fill me up," she ordered. "Do it now." I came hard, hips jerking, shooting deep while she kept bouncing, milking every drop. She stayed on me until I softened, then climbed off and sprawled on her back, legs spread wide. "Clean it up," she said. I crawled between those long thighs and licked my own come out of her pussy while she held my head down and told me exactly how to do it.
We went again an hour later. She stood me against the wall, lifted one leg high, and took me standing up, her height letting her fuck me at the perfect angle. By morning my cock was sore, my mouth tasted like her, and she was still taller than me even when we both lay flat. She kicked me out with a slap on the ass and a promise: "Next time bring a friend. I want two short cocks to play with."
I left hard again already.
