The bedroom door slammed shut behind them, the only light a sliver of streetlamp slicing through half-closed blinds. She was barely through the threshold when he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and shoved her face-first onto the mattress. No words, just the raw hunger in his grip. Her tiny plaid skirt flipped up on its own, revealing a black lace thong already soaked through. He didn’t bother pulling it off—just yanked it to the side and exposed her glistening pink slit.
His belt clanked open. Jeans dropped. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, angry-red at the tip and already leaking pre-cum. One hand fisted her hair, arching her back; the other lined himself up. He didn’t ease in. One brutal thrust buried every inch into her tight, dripping cunt. She screamed into the pillow, muffled but sharp, legs kicking against the sheets. The bedframe groaned like it might snap.
He set a punishing rhythm immediately—hips crashing, balls slapping her clit with every slam. Her ass rippled from the impact, pale skin blooming pink where his pelvis smacked. He watched his shaft disappear into her over and over, coated in her creamy juices, strings of it stretching each time he pulled back. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, voice gravel-rough. She could only whimper, knuckles white on the comforter.
He leaned over her, chest to her back, and bit down on her shoulder—hard enough to leave teeth marks. One arm snaked under her hips, fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed vicious circles while he drilled deeper, the angle forcing her onto her toes. Her whole body jolted with every thrust, tits mashed into the mattress, nipples scraping the fabric. The room filled with wet squelches, skin-on-skin smacks, and her broken moans.
Minutes blurred. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the small of her back. He pulled out suddenly, cock glistening, and flipped her onto her back like a ragdoll. Legs shoved to her chest, knees by her ears—folded in half. He plunged back in, deeper than before, the head battering her cervix. She yelped, eyes rolling, mascara already streaking. “Take it,” he snarled, pounding so hard the headboard cracked against the wall in a steady thud-thud-thud.
Her pussy clenched like a vice, gushing around him. He felt the first spasm of her orgasm, but didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked her through it—relentless, hips pistoning, her juices spraying out around his shaft with every withdrawal. She came again almost immediately, a guttural cry ripping from her throat, body convulsing, nails raking his forearms.
He wasn’t done. Yanking out, he dragged her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. She hung half-off, ass in the air, feet dangling. He stood between her thighs and slammed back in, the new angle letting him go balls-deep on every stroke. Her tits bounced wildly, one bra strap slipping off her shoulder. He grabbed both ankles, spread her wider, and watched her pussy lips stretch obscenely around his girth.
The filthiest sounds filled the room: her sopping cunt sucking him in, the wet slap of his heavy sack against her ass, her breathless pleas of “harder—please—don’t stop.” He obliged. One hand released an ankle to slap her clit—sharp, stinging smacks that made her squeal and squirt a hot stream down his shaft. He laughed, dark and feral, and did it again.
He flipped her once more—onto her knees, face shoved into the pillows, ass high. This time he didn’t go for her pussy. He pressed the slick head of his cock against her tight little asshole. She froze, then pushed back with a desperate whine. He spat on the hole, worked the tip in slow, then shoved. Half his length disappeared into her ass in one go. She screamed, a raw, throaty sound, but rocked back for more.
He gave it to her. Gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, he sodomized her with long, savage strokes. Her ass cheeks spread wide, pink ring gripping him like it never wanted to let go. He reached under and shoved three fingers into her dripping cunt, double-stuffing her. She came instantly—ass clenching, pussy gushing, a long, shuddering wail muffled by the pillow.
He couldn’t hold back. Balls drew tight. With a guttural roar he pulled out of her ass, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. Cock in hand, he jerked twice—then erupted. Thick ropes of cum lashed across her face, tits, open mouth. She caught what she could on her tongue, the rest painting her cheeks, chin, neck. He milked every drop, smearing the head across her lips until she sucked him clean.
They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drenched heap. Her chest heaved, his cock still twitching against her thigh. Cum pooled between her breasts, dripped from her chin onto the sheets. She licked her lips, tasted him, and smiled—wrecked, filthy, and utterly satisfied.