Finish her Night with a Bang

You barely give Melanie a second glance as she gingerly makes her way up the staircase and towards the raucous pregame. Your attention is laser-focused solely on the busty suck-slut kneeling at your feet.

"Now, where were we?" you hiss like a cartoon villain, peering into Abby's frightened eyes with crazed lust. You've had her at your mercy for half-an-hour, but what probably seems like an eternity. You pull yourself from her mouth and a flood of saliva pours out onto the tiled floor. The once well-to-do and put together president is a shell of herself. Makeup streaked, hair fuzzed and stuck to her face with sweat, who could possibly vote for her now? She huffs in lungfuls of air while you loom over her with a devilish grin.

"That mouth is incredible, but I need to see the rest of this body," you groan. Reaching down with both hands, Abby can only watch as you grab her vest and rip it apart in one motion. Now only clad in her long black dress, you see why she added the extra layer - it's sheer to the point of being see-thru. You can clearly see her cleavage beneath the fabric - pressed together like a Venn diagram in a black bra.

"Why the fuck would you hide these things? That's just criminal," you offer before reaching up to her neckline with both hands. With one smooth motion, you tear at the seams and the entire garment comes off like tearaway clothing.

"What the fuck, you asshole!" The de-robing has seemingly woken Abby out of her facefuck induced daze. You barely register her displeasure as you take in her nearly-naked body. Abby's tits are the highlight - clearly stuffed into a bra that's a size too small (probably on purpose). But, her thick hips and thighs also look incredible especially alongside a surprisingly tapered, thin waist. Her pale skin is also a perfect contrast to her dark hair and lingerie. It's a goth-girl aesthetic with a "Jewish princess" chaser - and the ideas that inspires leaves you feeling somehow more turned on than when your dick was in her mouth.

You grab Abby's shoulders and push her back down to her knees so forcefully her tits threaten to bounce up out of her bra. Before she has a chance to protest, you're down on the ground with her, kneeling behind her. You shove her from behind and she falls onto all fours with a grunt. "What the fuck?"

"Just shut up and take it, Madam President," you chide while grabbing her waist with both hands. You aim your trembling cock at her pussy and press inside. You groan, she moans and the collective noise bounces off the walls and echoes through the spacious corridor. "Fuck, that's nice," you grunt. Your hips slowly start to rock back and forth, gently sawing in and out of Abby's quivering mound. You hold tight to her waist and ass for balance, moving her body back and forth to avoid strain on your own knees.

The room fills with steady, rhythmic SMACKS as your bodies careen into each other. As good as Abby's mouth was, her pussy was twice as good. You can feel it clutching and gripping your sawing manhood while your heavy balls swing underneath, often slapping upwards against her clit. No longer able to fake it, Abby backs her ass into you of her own accord. And for an uptight bitch, she's surprisingly deft at throwing it back. Rendered speechless, the best you can do is grunt your approval.

You clap her cheeks for several minutes - leaving her ass covered with red marks from where you fingers gripped their tightest - before reaching up with both hands to grab her swinging breasts. You squeeze tight before pulling her body backwards so that her back is pressed against your chest, allowing your cock to penetrate even deeper. Abby coos her approval while you take over the lion's share of the work, pumping your hips hard and fast. Your hands stay busy by yanking down the cups of her bra to let Abby's potentially G-cup tits flop free. You squeeze tight once more and feel her hard, brown nipple jut into the center of your palm. You neck cranes down and you kiss at her neck and shoulders passionately, never letting your pace slow for even a millisecond. Though she never says it out loud to confirm, you can tell that Abby has already cum several times both by the slick wetness of her opening and the way it clutches you tight as her body goes limp every so often.

Who knows how long this goes on. You're feeling exhausted so you can't imagine how Abby is doing. Nonetheless you both continue on and on. With the party raging upstairs, no one can hear the lewd fracas over the music and occasional "WHOOO!" But soon, the familiar call of your balls begins to rise up inside you, beckoning towards a big finish. You let her tits go and Abby instinctively senses your impatience before falling back onto her hands. She arches her back and locks her elbows in place for leverage as you begin your final, frenzied, rapid pounding

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. One final push to the finish. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. You bite your lip in concentration while your toes begin to curl behind you. The banter is gone now, and replaced with primal lust and caveman-esque grunts. Without any warning or fanfare, you finally yank the thick sorority president back towards you one last time, and empty your load inside her.

"RAGHHHHHHHHH!" you yell as your body spasms in ecstasy, emptying a comically large load into her pussy. Abby also groans, moving your hands up to her tits to squeeze tightly, joining you in the final stanza with her own orgasm. Once done, you roughly pull yourself free and Abby flops to the floor, weakened and sapped of energy. You both loudly pant while you wipe the remaining cum from your dick onto her shapely ass. The rest of your load slowly drips from her pussy onto the floor, while she heaves deep breaths with her face against the cold tile.

A shiver runs through your spine up and you shake your head back into some form of coherence, before swiftly locating your pants. "Good luck with your next power trip, slut," you tease while pulling them on, before leaving her there, wandering off to explore the rest of the house.