She spotted him across the bar and knew exactly what she wanted. No small talk, no games. Ten minutes later they were in the back of his truck, her skirt hiked up and his hand already between her legs.
Fuck, youre soaked, he growled, two fingers shoving straight into her pussy. She moaned and spread wider, grinding down on his hand while she yanked his zipper open. His cock sprang out thick and hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice, then leaned over and took him straight into her mouth.
He didnt ease her in. He grabbed her hair and fucked her throat in short, rough thrusts while his fingers kept pumping her cunt. Spit ran down his shaft and over his balls. She gagged but didnt pull back; she wanted it messy.
Get up here and ride me, he ordered. She climbed onto his lap, lined his cock up, and sank down hard. The stretch burned in the best way. She bounced fast, skin slapping, tits shaking under her open shirt. He slapped her ass and told her to fuck him like she meant it.
She did. Every drop of her weight slammed down, taking him balls-deep. Her juices coated his cock and dripped onto the seat. He reached between them, thumb grinding her clit while she rode. Come on this dick. Soak it.
Her orgasm hit fast and ugly. She clenched and shook, cunt pulsing around him, but he didnt stop.
He flipped her onto her back on the seat, hooked her knees over his shoulders, and drove in deep. The truck rocked with every thrust. He fucked her like he was trying to break something, grunting dirty praise every time she squeezed him.
Gonna fill this pussy up, he warned. She begged for it, voice hoarse. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hot pulses flooding her. He stayed inside, hips jerking through the aftershocks, then pulled out and watched his cum leak from her swollen slit.
She didnt move. Again, she said.
He grinned, already getting hard again. Turn over.
