Dirty deeds

You barely get the washroom door locked before Alice is on you again. The kiss is harder this time, teeth and tongue, her hands already yanking at your belt while you push her back against the sink. The space is small, fluorescent light harsh, the air already starting to warm with the heat the two of you are generating. She gets your cock free and strokes it once, firm and appreciative, before turning around and bracing her hands on the edge of the basin.

“Do it,” she says, voice rough. “I’ve waited long enough.”

You shove her skirt up, drag her underwear down her thighs, and drop to your knees behind her. The first long lick through her soaked folds draws a sharp, broken moan from her. You eat her out from behind with focused hunger, tongue working her clit in tight circles before pushing inside, tasting how wet she already is. Alice pushes back against your face, one hand reaching back to hold your head there.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that. I’ve thought about your mouth on me for years. Don’t you dare stop.”

You don’t. You keep licking, sucking, driving your tongue into her until her thighs start to tremble and the wet sounds fill the small tiled space. When she’s close you stand, spit once into your palm, and line the thick head of your cock up against her entrance. One of her legs lifts and settles on the edge of the sink, opening her completely. You push in with one long, relentless thrust that buries every inch inside her.

Alice’s cry echoes off the tiles. You start fucking her hard and deep, hips slamming forward, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the confined space. Sweat is already building along your back and across her shoulders under the fluorescent light. You look down and watch every stroke: the thick shaft disappearing into her, the way her cunt lips stretch and grip the length on every outward pull, shiny with her wetness, clinging as if reluctant to let you go before you drive back in to the hilt.

She keeps talking through the moans, voice broken and filthy.

“I’ve always wanted this. Always. That night in your room I was so close to begging you. I used to touch myself thinking about how thick you’d feel stretching me open. God, you feel even better than I imagined. Harder. Use me.”

You give her harder. The pace turns frantic, sweaty, the sink creaking under the force. Alice’s leg stays locked on the edge, body arched, taking every deep thrust while she watches you in the mirror.

“I can’t believe Natasha wouldn’t want this cock all the time,” she gasps. “Look at it. Look how it fills me. She must be out of her mind turning this down for months. Keep going. I want to feel every inch. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

The words, the heat, the sight of her cunt gripping your shaft on every stroke all feed the same raw need. You keep driving into her, sweat dripping, the wet filthy sound of it echoing off the tiles, while Alice moans and eggs you on without shame, telling you exactly how much she has always wanted to be fucked like this by you.