Poison

It was rough and retching and beyond any kind of sanity. She loved it and I loved it as I slammed her throat until her eyes were streaming, smearing tears of mascara across her face as she drooled and spluttered.

I couldn’t hold it back.

My gut was a hum of absolute craving, right the way up to my chest. I was fried by it, her swirling tongue and wet little mouth driving me fucking wild.

She knew it. Oh fuck, how she knew it. It may have been her taking the pounding with me destroying her makeup into tatters, but she was the true vixen in this exchange.

She knew just the way to flick her tongue along my shaft to make me grit my teeth and grunt like a savage.

She knew how to suck just hard enough to get that pressure just fucking right.

She knew how to twist her face to billow my length out of her cheek like a filthy little bitch, and how fucking wild that would make me as I stretched her pretty face.

And she played it. She played it all just like I was playing her.

“Rub that filthy slit,” I grunted, and she did. She spread those knees further apart and dipped her fingers right the way down to those sopping wet panties. And she was rough, wet, noisy with it, moaning and whimpering and shuddering, and that drove me fucking wild all the more.

“Give me your cum,” she muttered, nice and sloppy with my dick halfway in.

“No fucking way,” I grunted back, and pushed her away.

My balls hated me, and my dick wasn’t far behind, but it was just the beginning. I’d be banking up every scrap of my seed until she was a squirming mess on the floor, begging hard enough to scream the walls down. She moaned all over again as I dropped down and lapped at her dripping wet face, breaths hard and heavy as she fingered her sopping wet cunt.

No way was she taking that damn fucking pleasure herself.

“Down,” I said, and twisted her onto all fours and shunted up to her rear, tugging those slick wet panties right down from her ass cheeks.

She wriggled them further without a word, shooting me another flash of her dirty glinting eyes as I pulled them from her ankles. I spread her ass cheeks so fucking wide and buried my face in so fucking hard that she cried out, and I had her. She was soaked through. Dripping so slick it was a fucking treasure.

She cursed out filth as I squirmed my tongue into that tight little asshole and dug in deep, rubbing back against me as her fingers strummed hard. I was a slavering beast, taking everything, and she was the slut I knew so well, begging me for more. She came so hard her thighs were shivering to a whole new tune, and I didn’t let up. I twisted under her and pulled her puffy little slit right down onto my open mouth, so hungry for more of her wetness that I’d have stayed there a lifetime, sucking that perfect cunt into my mouth. She ground and circled, whimpering as she claimed it all, and fuck me, I gave it. I fucking gave it all, but we’d barely scratched the surface yet.

She swung her leg over and grabbed my tie, yanking me up onto my knees like a woman possessed. She tore at my shirt in a frenzy, and I helped her on her quest, freeing my skin bare enough that her mouth was on my naked chest, biting at my nipples like a desperate little bitch as her hands helped me wrestle off my suit pants, then she reached for my straining cock.

But it wasn’t her hands I wanted.

She was on her back in a heartbeat, dress and bra torn off, knees up at her shoulders as I sank my cock right the way into that hungry pussy and thrust like a beast.

We were animals. Feral and desperate. Lost to everything but the slam of flesh on flesh. The heat of skin on skin, of breath on breath.

She gripped my face, fingers tight, eyes piercing mine as I fucked her deep.

And then I kissed her.

I kissed her and she kissed me right back and our doom was fucking sealed.

The whole world faded into nothing and there was just us, wet and thrusting and panting, mouth to mouth in a kiss that was beyond all human reason, and I needed it. I needed it so fucking bad that my body was on fire, my chest heaving and heart thumping, pressed tight to feel hers thumping right back. The decade was destroyed, lost into the background. Flesh never forgets, and ours sure remembered every fucking thing we’d ever done.

Jesus Christ, how I wanted more of it.