She spotted him across the bar and knew right away she wanted his cock in her mouth. No small talk bullshit, no games. She walked straight up, leaned in, and said, "Your place. Now. I want to suck your cock until you can't stand."
He didn't argue. They left together, her hand already palming the bulge in his jeans in the back of the cab. By the time they hit his apartment door she was on her knees in the hallway, yanking his zipper down. His cock sprang out thick and hard, veins standing out, the head already shiny with pre-cum. She didn't tease. She opened wide and swallowed half of it in one go, lips stretched tight around the shaft, spit already dripping down her chin.
"Fuck," he grunted, grabbing her hair. She moaned around the meat in her mouth and took more, forcing the head into her throat until her eyes watered. She pulled back only to spit on it, then dove in again, sucking hard, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside with every stroke. The wet sounds filled the hallway—slurp, gluck, slurp—as she bobbed faster, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them, squeezing just enough to make him hiss.
Inside the apartment he kicked the door shut and shoved her against the wall, cock still in her mouth. She didn't stop. She sucked like she was starving for it, taking him deeper each time, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat but never pulling off. Drool ran down her neck and soaked the front of her shirt. He fucked her face in short thrusts, using her mouth like a hole, and she loved every second, moaning so the vibrations traveled up his shaft.
"Get on the bed," he ordered. She crawled there, stripping as she went, and lay back with her head hanging off the edge. He stood over her and fed his cock straight down her throat. She took it all, nose pressed to his balls, throat working around the girth. He held there, grinding, while she gagged and choked, spit pouring out the sides of her mouth. When he pulled back she gasped for air then begged, "More. Fuck my throat harder."
He did. He slammed in and out, using her face like a pussy, balls slapping her forehead with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit furiously, fingers sliding through her soaked folds. Every time he bottomed out she swallowed around him, milking the shaft. He lasted longer than most, pounding her throat raw until her voice was hoarse from the constant gagging.
When he finally pulled out she rolled onto her stomach and pulled him down, sucking him from a new angle, licking from base to tip then swallowing him whole again. She alternated between deep, sloppy sucks and quick, filthy licks around the head, tasting every drop of pre-cum that leaked out. Her jaw ached but she didn't care.
She wanted his load.
"Give it to me," she rasped, stroking him fast with both hands while her tongue flicked the slit. "I want to swallow every fucking drop."
He grabbed her hair again and shoved back in. Three hard thrusts and he exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed greedily, sucking and milking until he was dry, not wasting a single spurt. Even after he finished she kept licking him clean, soft and slow now, tongue lapping up whatever had escaped her lips.
They stayed like that a while, her still gently sucking the softening cock, him breathing hard above her. Eventually he pulled her up and kissed her messy mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. She smiled against his lips, already thinking about round two.
"Give me ten minutes," he said, voice rough. "Then you can suck it again."
She nodded, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "Make it five."
