She was already wet when she climbed into bed and handed me her phone. "Read it to me," she said, voice low and rough. "The dirtiest one you can find. Make me come just from your voice."
I scrolled until I found the right story, then started reading without any buildup. "He shoved her face down on the mattress and yanked her panties to the side. No teasing. He spit on his cock and pushed straight in."
Her breath caught. She slid a hand between her legs right away, fingers moving slow at first. I kept reading, voice steady and flat like I was giving directions. "He fucked her hard, balls slapping her ass with every thrust. She begged for more, so he grabbed her hair and pulled."
Her hips started rocking against her own hand. I could hear how soaked she was, the soft wet sound of her fingers working her clit. I read the next part slower, making sure she caught every word. "He pulled out, flipped her over, and shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged but didn't stop sucking."
"Fuck," she whispered. Her free hand reached over and grabbed my thigh. "Keep going. Don't stop."
I read on. The story got filthier. "He came on her tits, then made her rub it in while she fingered herself to another orgasm." She moaned and pushed two fingers inside herself. Her legs spread wider. I kept reading, describing every slap, every moan, every time the guy in the story called her a filthy slut.
She came once while I was still reading, body jerking, but she didn't tell me to stop. "More," she panted. "Read the part where he fucks her ass."
I found it and delivered it raw. "He worked his cock into her tight hole inch by inch until she was stretched full. Then he pounded her until she screamed." Her second orgasm hit harder. She bit her lip and kept rubbing, come dripping down her thighs onto the sheets.
When the story ended I put the phone down. She was still shaking. "Your turn," she said, voice hoarse. She rolled onto her stomach and reached back to spread herself. "Do exactly what you just read."
I didn't waste time. I spit on my cock, lined up, and drove in deep. She was burning hot and slick. I fucked her exactly like the story, hard and steady, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Every thrust made her moan louder.
She came again around my cock, clenching tight, and I didn't slow down.
I pulled out, flipped her, and fed my cock into her mouth. She sucked like she was starving, spit running down her chin. When I was close I pulled back and painted her tits, then rubbed it into her skin the way she'd just heard. She kept two fingers buried in her pussy the whole time, coming one more time with my come on her chest.
We didn't talk after. She just pulled me down on top of her, legs wrapping around my waist, and whispered, "Read it again tomorrow."
