Laura's rough fucking

The early afternoon sun was starting to slant through the trees, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. David double-checked the address on his phone, a modest bungalow with a well-kept lawn and a pale blue door. He'd never been to Laura's place before. Their previous encounters had always been at Carrie’s house. But today was different. Today, Sarah had arranged this fun. A whole afternoon with Laura, no strings, no limits. Sarah was off having her own fun with Alan and James, and David intended to make the most of every minute. He smoothed his shirt, took a breath, and knocked. The door swung open, and there she was. Laura stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a small black skirt that hugged her hips. The t-shirt was soft, the fabric almost translucent in the light streaming through the window behind her. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the cotton like small pebbles, the dark circles of her areolas visible through the material. She wasn't wearing a bra. She smiled, her eyes traveling down his body and back up, slow and deliberate.

"David," she said, her voice low and warm. "Right on time."

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Laura. You look...gorgeous as ever"

She stepped aside, holding the door open wider. "Come in. I've been thinking about this since Sarah’s call"

He stepped past her, catching the faint scent of her perfume, something floral, with a hint of vanilla. The door clicked shut behind him, and he heard the lock turn.

"Drink?" she asked, already moving toward the kitchen.

"Please. Just coffee, black, no sugar"

He watched her walk, the way her hips swayed with each step. The t-shirt rode up slightly as she reached for a glass and a mug, exposing a sliver of pale skin above the waistband. She turned on the kettle to boil the water and prepared David’s coffee, the kettle took no time at all and it was ready, she prepared his drink. She poured a glass of red wine and handed him his steaming hot coffee, her fingers brushing his as he took it. She didn't pull away. She held his gaze, her eyes dark and knowing, and took a slow sip from her own glass.

"So," she said, setting the glass down on the counter, "Sarah said you're all mine today"

David took a sip of his drink. "Yep."

Laura stepped closer, her hand coming up to rest on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt, quick and steady. "Good," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I've been a very, very bad girl this week. And I need someone to punish me."

David set his mug down on the counter, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, could see the way her breath quickened as she pressed against his hand on his chest.

"A bad girl, huh?" His voice dropped, taking on a deeper edge. "And what kind of punishment does a bad girl like you think she deserves?"

Laura's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. She stepped back, just enough to give him room, and turned around slowly, presenting her back to him. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark and hungry.

"I've been thinking about it all week," she said, her voice low and deliberate. "I want it rough, David. I want you to take me and not hold back." She reached back, her fingers finding the hem of her skirt and pulled it up just enough to expose the curve of her ass, no panties. "I want my ass pounded. Hard. Multiple times. I want to feel it tomorrow when I sit down. I want to walk into work on Monday and wince every time I take a step, and I want to know it's because of you."

She let her skirt snap back into place and turned to face him, her nipples still hard against the thin fabric of her shirt.

"I want you to fuck my ass until I can't take any more, and then I want you to keep going. I want to be sore and stretched and completely fucking used by the time you're done with me." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup him through his pants, feeling him harden under her touch. "Think you can handle that?"

David's breath caught, his hips pressing into her hand. He reached out, gripping her hip, pulling her against him.

"I think," he said, his voice rough, "I'm going to enjoy punishing you."

David's hand found the hem of her t-shirt, his fingers brushing against the warm skin of her stomach. He lifted the fabric slowly, deliberately, revealing inch by inch of her pale flesh. The shirt bunched under her armpits, and he let it hang there, exposing her completely. Her tits were perfect, full and round, with dusky pink nipples that were already hard and aching for attention. The light caught the soft curves, casting shadows beneath them, highlighting the slight bounce as she breathed. He reached out, his palm cupping her left breast, feeling its weight. He squeezed gently at first, then harder, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. She gasped, her head falling back slightly, her lips parting.

"These," he said, his thumb brushing across her nipple, watching it tighten further, "are great tits."

He switched to her right breast, giving it the same treatment, squeezing and kneading, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she whimpered.

"You've been so naughty, Laura." His voice was low, almost a growl. "Thinking about this all week. Have you been touching yourself, imagining my cock in your ass."

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes."

He pinched her nipple, hard, and she cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Naughty girls need to be punished," he said, releasing her nipple and trailing his hand down her stomach, towards her crotch. "And I'm going to make sure you remember this punishment for a long, long time."

David's hand slid down her stomach, he reached down, his hand sliding between her thighs, and found nothing but wet skin.

"No panties," he said, his voice thick with approval. "Such a naughty girl. You knew exactly what was going to happen today, didn't you?"

She nodded, her breath catching as his fingers found her folds. She was already slick, her wetness coating his fingertips as he parted her lips and found her clit. He circled it slowly, deliberately, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her hips pressed into his hand, seeking more pressure, and he obliged, pressing harder, his thumb working her clit in tight, wet circles while his fingers slid lower, dipping into her entrance.

"Fuck," she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

His other hand came up, finding her right nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it, tugged it, watching it grow hard and red under his touch. She gasped, her body arching into him, her nipple pressing further into his grip.

"I've been thinking about this all week," she said, her voice ragged. "About your hands on me. About your cock."

He pinched her nipple harder, twisting slightly, and she cried out, a sharp, desperate sound.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his fingers never stopping their work on her clit.

"I want you to fuck me." Her voice broke. "I want you to fuck my ass until I can't walk straight."

He increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers sliding faster, wetter, her juices coating his hand. Her legs began to tremble, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I'm close," she whispered. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He worked her clit with practiced precision, his other hand still twisting and pinching her nipple, driving her toward the edge. She came with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing against his hand, her climax soaking his fingers. She collapsed against him, her forehead pressing into his chest, her breath hot against his shirt. David's hand found the back of Laura's head, his fingers threading through her hair. He gripped a handful, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to assert control. He tilted her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat, and brought his mouth to hers. The kiss was deep and commanding, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting the wine still lingering on her lips. She melted into him, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He held her there, his lips moving against hers, taking what he wanted, setting the pace. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes half-lidded and glazed.

"Take me to the bedroom," he said, his voice low and steady.

She took his hand, leading him down a short hallway, past a bathroom, to a door at the end. She pushed it open, revealing a spacious bedroom with a large bed, neatly made, the light filtering through sheer curtains. He stepped inside, looking around, then turned to her.

"Strip," he commanded.

She obeyed without hesitation, pulling the white t-shirt over her head and tossing it aside, pushing her skirt down, leaving her completely naked. She stood before him, her body bathed in the soft golden light, her skin flushed, her nipples still hard, her thighs still glistening with the evidence of her orgasm.

"Now undress me."

She stepped forward, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt, working them open one by one. She pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, then his pants, pushing them down his hips. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and stood before her in nothing but his boxers.

She reached for his waistband, but he caught her wrist.

"On your knees."

She lowered herself to the floor, her knees pressing into the soft carpet, her eyes looking up at him, waiting. He hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pushed them down, his cock springing free, already hard, already thick, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. He stepped forward, his hand finding her hair again, gripping it tightly. He guided his cock to her lips, and she opened her mouth willingly, her tongue extended. He didn't ease in. He rammed his cock into her mouth, filling her throat in one brutal stroke. She gagged, her eyes watering, her hands gripping his thighs, but she didn't pull away.

"Take it," he growled, and began to fuck her face.

He set a punishing rhythm, his hips driving forward, his cock sliding deep into her throat, then pulling back until only the head remained, then thrusting forward again. She took it, her throat working around him, her tears streaming down her cheeks, her muffled moans vibrating against his shaft. He held her head steady, controlling every movement, using her mouth as he pleased. Spit and pre-cum coated his cock, her lips stretched around his girth, the sound of his hips slapping against her face filling the room.

"That's it," he grunted.

She nodded as best she could, her eyes locked on his, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She didn't resist. She surrendered completely, letting him use her, her throat spasming around him with each thrust. He fucked her face for what felt like minutes, her tears and spit running down her chin, pooling on her tits. When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air, her mouth open, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. He looked down at her, her face flushed, her makeup smeared, her lips raw and swollen.

"Good girl," he said, his voice rough. "Now get on the bed. On your hands and knees. I'm not done with you yet."

Laura scrambled onto the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass raised high, her back arched, her face pressing into the pillows. The position presented her completely, her pussy wet and glistening from behind, her asshole tight and pink, both holes on full display. David stepped back for a moment, just looking at her. The light caught the curve of her hips, the smooth expanse of her back, the perfect roundness of her ass. He reached out, his hands cupping both cheeks, squeezing them, feeling the firm flesh yield under his fingers.

"Look at this ass," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "Perfect. Tight. Just begging for it."

He knelt beside her on the bed, his hands roaming over her skin. He traced the curve of each cheek, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, spreading them slightly to reveal her tight rosebud. He let his fingers drift lower, sliding between her thighs, finding her pussy already soaked and ready. He stroked her slowly, his fingers parting her slick folds, circling her clit, dipping into her entrance. She moaned, pressing back against his hand, her hips rocking.

"Please," she whispered. "Fuck me."

He pulled his hand back and brought it down on her pussy in a sharp, stinging slap. She cried out, her body jerking forward, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing through the room.

"How naughty of you, giving me demands," he said.

He spanked her pussy again, harder this time, the impact spreading through her sensitive flesh. She gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets. He did it again, and again, a rhythm of sharp slaps that left her cunt red and hot, her juices smearing across her inner thighs. By the time he stopped, she was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pussy swollen and glistening.

"Please," she begged again, her voice broken.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her soaked pussy. He didn't tease. He gripped her hips and rammed his cock into her pussy in one brutal, driving thrust. She screamed, her body arching, her hands gripping the sheets as he filled her completely. He didn't slow down, didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her like an animal, hard and fast and relentless, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.

"Fuck," he grunted, his pace punishing. "Take it. Take every inch."

She could barely form words, her moans coming in broken, desperate gasps. Her pussy clenched around him, her body responding despite the brutality, her own pleasure building with each stroke. He fucked her forsome time, building toward his release, but he held back. He slowed, then stopped, pulling out of her with a wet sound. She whimpered at the emptiness.

He reached down, his hands finding her ass cheeks. "Spread them," he commanded. "Show me your asshole."

She reached back, her fingers gripping her own cheeks, pulling them apart. Her tight pink hole was exposed, still clean, untouched, waiting. David leaned forward, pressing his face between her cheeks. He ran his tongue along her perineum, then up, circling her asshole slowly, tasting her. She gasped, her hips bucking as his tongue pressed against her tight ring. He licked her asshole with long, wet strokes, his tongue circling and probing until she was writhing against him. Then he pulled back and spat directly onto her hole, the saliva pooling in the centre, running down her crack. He lined his cock up with her asshole, the head pressing against her tight, wet entrance. He pushed forward slowly, feeling the resistance, the way her sphincter fought against him.

"Relax," he growled. "Take it."

He pushed harder, and the head popped past the ring, sinking into her tight heat. She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets. He fucked her ass slowly at first, deliberately, each stroke deep and measured. He watched his cock disappear into her tight hole, watched her skin stretch around his girth, saw the way her asshole clung to his shaft with each withdrawal. Her moans came in long, breathy waves, her fingers curled into the sheets, her body trembling with every inch he gave her.

"That's it," he said, his voice strained. "Such a tight little ass. Takes me so fucking well."

He increased his pace, not rushed but building, his hips snapping against her cheeks with increasing force. The sound grew wetter, obscene, the slap of skin on skin mixed with the wet suck of his cock plunging into her depths. Her ass clenched around him with each thrust, trying to push him out, but he drove deeper, harder, conquering the resistance.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Yes, fuck my ass"

He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to fuck her in earnest. His thrusts became brutal, each one a punishing drive that buried him to the hilt. He pulled back until only the head remained, then rammed forward again, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with a sharp, wet crack. Her ass stretched around him, her skin reddening from the impact, her hole gripping him like a fist. He watched his cock disappear into her over and over, saw the way her asshole puckered and clung to him, desperate to keep him inside.

"You like that?" he growled, his pace relentless. "You like having your ass pounded, is this what you wanted?"

"Yes..fuck…yes…"

She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her movements frantic and desperate. Her moans grew louder, more broken, her body shaking with each impact. Sweat glistened on her back, running down the curve of her spine, pooling in the small of her back. He fucked her ass for what felt like an eternity, his rhythm varying, fast and shallow, then slow and deep, then punishing and hard. He watched her lose herself to it, her voice cracking, her hands clawing at the sheets, her ass taking everything he gave her. He drove deep, burying himself to the hilt, his pelvis pressing flush against her cheeks. He held there, his body rigid, and came with a guttural roar that seemed to rip from his chest. His cock pulsed inside her rectum, his cum flooding her ass in thick, hot jets, each one seeming to go on forever. She felt them, the first, hot and thick, coating her inner walls; the second, deeper, filling her; the third, fourth, fifth, until she felt completely stuffed with him. His hips jerked with each spasm, his hands gripping her hips, his breath ragged and uneven against her back. She stayed still, taking it, her ass clenching around him, milking every last drop. When he finally stilled, he stayed buried inside her, his body trembling, his breath hot against her spine. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing, the scent of sex thick in the air.

Slowly, he pulled out. His cock emerged slick and glistening, coated with a milky sheen of his release and her own fluids. The head slipped past her sphincter with a wet pop, and immediately a stream of cum followed, pouring from her gaping asshole, running down her pussy in a warm, viscous river. She collapsed forward onto the bed, her body spent, her ass still clenching around the memory of him. She turned her head, looking back at him, a tired, satisfied smile on her lips. Laura lay sprawled on the bed, her body trembling, her ass still gaping and leaking his cum in thick, milky streams that ran down her thighs and pooled on the sheets beneath her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her face pressed into the pillow, her skin slick with sweat. David didn't give her time to recover. He reached down, his hand gripping her hair, and pulled her head up from the pillow. She gasped as he yanked her upward, her neck craning back, her mouth falling open.

"Clean me up," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

He guided his cock to her lips, still slick with her own ass's juices and the remnants of his release. He didn't ask. He rammed his cock into her mouth, filling her throat in one brutal stroke. She gagged immediately, her eyes watering, her hands flying up to grip his thighs. His cock was coated in a mixture of her own fluids and his cum, the taste thick and musky and obscene. She could taste herself on him, the salt and bitterness of their combined release, the warm, viscous residue of what had just been buried deep in her ass.

"Swallow it," he growled, holding her head steady. "Every drop."

He fucked her mouth with the same intensity he'd fucked her ass, hard and deep, his hips driving forward, his cock sliding down her throat until she thought she might choke. She took it, her throat working around him, her tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to breathe through the assault. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, cleaning him, tasting every trace of what they'd done. She licked his glans, his shaft, his balls as they pressed against her chin with each thrust, collecting every drop of cum and ass juice that coated his skin. He held her there, his cock buried deep in her throat, and let her work. She sucked him clean with desperate, eager strokes, her cheeks hollowing, her throat contracting around him. When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air, a string of saliva and residual cum connecting her lips to his tip. She swallowed, her throat working, and looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed, her face flushed, a thin trail of his cum still running down her chin.

"Good girl," he said, his voice softening. "Now get some rest. We're not done yet."

"If that's your idea of punishment," she said, her voice hoarse, "I'm going to have to be naughty a lot more often."

The silence had settled over the bedroom like a warm blanket, the only sounds of their breathing slowly returning to normal. Laura lay curled on her side, her body still humming, her ass still tender and wet. David lay beside her, his hand resting on her hip, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. David stirred first. He rolled onto his side, looking at her, his hand sliding from her hip to her thigh, then lower.

"Not done with you yet," he murmured.

Laura smiled, her eyes still closed. "Didn't think you were."

He sat up, reaching for her, pulling her by the arms until she slid across the sheets. He positioned her at the very edge of the bed, her head hanging off, her hair brushing the floor, her throat exposed, her mouth hanging open at an angle that left her completely vulnerable. He stood up over her, his cock hanging soft and heavy. He guided it to her lips, watching her mouth open in anticipation. He was soft at first, the flesh yielding and warm in her mouth. She sucked gently, her tongue working his shaft, feeling him stir against her palate. Within seconds he began to harden, swelling between her lips, growing thick and insistent as her mouth worked him. He gripped her tits as he fucked her face, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them roughly. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them, twisting them, watching her react around his cock. Her moans vibrated against his shaft, her eyes watering, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Look at you," he said, his hips beginning to pump. "Just a hole for me to use. A throat for my cock."

He face fucked her with increasing intensity, his balls slapping against her forehead, her nose pressed into his pubic bone. Spit and pre-cum ran down her cheeks, pooling on the floor beneath her head. She took it all, her throat working, her tongue still trying to lick whatever part of him it could reach. When he was fully hard, he pulled out, letting her gasp for air. He turned her over roughly, flipping her onto her stomach, her face pressing into the mattress. He pulled her hips up, positioning her on her knees, her ass raised and ready. He didn't wait. He rammed his cock into her pussy from behind, filling her with one brutal stroke. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he began to fuck her hard, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene.

"Fuck, this pussy," he grunted. "So fucking wet for me."

He fucked her pussy with relentless intensity, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. Her moans were muffled by the mattress, her body rocking with the force of his fucking. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building, but he didn't care. He pulled out abruptly, his cock sliding from her wet cunt with a sucking sound. She whimpered at the loss, but before she could protest, he lined himself up with her asshole and pushed inside. She screamed into the mattress as he filled her ass, the stretch immediate and intense. He didn't slow down. He fucked her ass with the same brutal energy, his hips driving forward, his balls slapping against her wet pussy. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, his weight pinning her to the bed. His hand found her throat, sliding around from behind, his fingers pressing gently against the sides of her neck.

"You like that, slut?" he hissed in her ear. "You like having your ass fucked like the whore you are?"

She nodded as best she could, her voice strangled. "Yes"

He squeezed her throat gently, cutting off her air for just a moment, then released, letting her gasp. He fucked her ass harder, his pace becoming frantic, his breath ragged in her ear.

"Take it," he growled. "Take every fucking inch."

He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. The feeling of her ass gripping him, the tight heat clenching around his shaft with every stroke, drove him beyond reason. He fucked her ass with a primal, animalistic intensity, his hips pounding against her cheeks, the sound of their flesh meeting a wet, rhythmic slap that filled the room. Each thrust buried him to the hilt, his pelvis pressing flush against her reddened skin, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with every drive. He pulled back until only the head remained, watching her tight pink hole cling to his glans, desperate to keep him inside, then rammed forward again, forcing his way past her sphincter, feeling her body yield to him.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice ragged. "Take it. Take my cock, you fucking whore."

She could barely form words, her moans coming in broken, desperate gasps. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body rocking with each brutal thrust. Her ass stretched around him, her skin burning, her inner walls clenching and spasming as he pounded into her. He fucked her for what felt like hours, his pace never letting up. He varied his rhythm—short, punishing jabs that made her cry out, then deep, grinding thrusts that buried him to the balls, then long, slow withdrawals followed by violent re-entries that made her scream into the mattress. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back, mixing with the moisture on her skin. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her legs shaking, her body giving out. But he didn't stop. He used her, her ass just a hole for his pleasure, a warm, tight sleeve for him to abuse.

"Look at you," he hissed, leaning forward, his mouth against her ear. "Just a fucking hole for my cock. Nothing but a slut to use."

She nodded, her voice broken. "Yes..use me..please—"

He reached around, his hand finding her throat again, squeezing gently as he continued to fuck her ass. The pressure made her gasp, her vision swimming, her body responding with a desperate, clenching heat.

"I'm going to fill this ass," he growled, his pace quickening. "I'm going to pump my cum so deep inside you you'll taste it for a week."

Her response was lost in a choked moan as he drove into her, his grip on her throat tightening, his thrusts becoming erratic, animalistic. He came with a guttural roar that seemed to tear from the depths of his chest, his body convulsing against her. His cock buried itself to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against her ass, and he began to empty himself inside her. The first jet of cum shot deep into her rectum, hot and thick, flooding her inner walls. She felt it spread, felt the warmth radiating through her core. The second pulse followed immediately, even more voluminous, filling her until she felt completely stuffed. The third, fourth, fifth, each one seemed to go on forever, his balls emptying every last drop into her waiting hole. His hips jerked with each spasm, his hand still gripping her throat, his body shuddering against her back. He stayed buried inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing, his cum flooding her ass in wave after wave until she felt it leaking around his shaft, running down her thighs.

When he finally stilled, he remained inside her, his breath ragged, his body trembling. The room was silent except for their harsh breathing, the scent of sex thick and heavy in the air. Slowly, he pulled out, his cock emerging slick and glistening, coated in a milky sheen of his release. The moment his head slipped past her sphincter, a flood of cum followed from her gaping asshole in a thick, viscous stream, running down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. More came, and more, until her ass was a leaking, dripping mess, her skin glistening with his seed. He collapsed beside her, his breath ragged, his body spent. Laura lay face down, her ass still raised, cum still leaking from her, her body trembling with the aftershocks of his brutal fucking.

She turned her head, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, a tired, satisfied smile on her lips.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "That was exactly what I needed."

David lay back on the bed, his chest heaving, his cock still slick and glistening with the remnants of their encounter. He was spent, his body humming with the aftershocks of his release, but his eyes found Laura, still sprawled beside him, cum leaking from her ass in thick, lazy streams.

He reached over, his hand finding her hair, tugging gently.

"Clean me up," he said, his voice rough but commanding. "Get my cock clean. Now."

Laura didn't hesitate. She pushed herself up, her body aching, her limbs trembling, but a fire had ignited in her core. The taste of him was still on her tongue from earlier, and she wanted more. She needed more. Her pussy was wet, her ass still gaping and dripping, and the thought of taking his cock in her mouth again made her moan aloud. She crawled over to him, her knees pressing into the damp sheets, her hair falling forward as she positioned herself between his thighs. His cock lay against his stomach, slick with her own juices and the residue of his cum, the head still flushed and sensitive. She lowered her head, her tongue extending, and began to lick. She started at the base, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft, collecting every drop of their combined fluids. She licked slowly, deliberately, savouring the taste of herself on him, the musk of his sex, the salt of his sweat. A low, desperate moan escaped her lips as she worked, her pussy clenching with need, her thighs pressing together. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his head, and sucked gently. She moaned again, the vibration traveling through his shaft, making him twitch. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, cleaning every crevice, every ridge.

She pulled off, and looked at him. Her eyes were dark, hungry, her lips swollen and glistening. She dove back down, taking him deep into her throat, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. She held there, her throat working around him, swallowing, cleaning, worshiping. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn't reach, her tongue lapping at his balls. She was soaking wet, her cunt dripping onto the sheets beneath her, her nipples hard and aching. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to find some relief, but she couldn't stop sucking him. She needed him in her mouth, needed to taste every last trace of what they'd done. She pulled off again, gasping for air, a stream of saliva and residual cum dripping from her chin. She looked at his cock, now clean and glistening, and smiled. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his tip, then another, then another. She licked her lips, savouring the last traces of him.

David reached down, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Good girl. Now come here."

He pulled her up, her body sliding against his, her wet pussy pressing against his thigh. She could feel his cock, still semi-hard, pressing against her stomach. She looked into his eyes, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips. The minutes stretched into a comfortable silence, their bodies tangled together, the cooling sweat on their skin mingling as they caught their breath. Laura's head rested on David's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns through the hair on his stomach, her ass still wet and leaking against his thigh. His hand played with her hair, the tips of his fingers trailing down her spine, sending shivers through her exhausted body. But the heat between them never fully dissipated. It simmered, waiting, building. Laura felt him stir against her hip, his cock beginning to harden again despite everything. She smiled against his skin, her hand sliding down his stomach, her fingers finding his growing shaft.

"Round three?" she murmured, her lips brushing his nipple.

He smiled, his hips pressing into her hand. "Of course."

"good"

She shifted, moving up his body, her thighs straddling his chest. She positioned herself over his face, her wet pussy inches from his mouth, and lowered herself slowly. At the same time, she leaned forward, her mouth finding his cock, taking him deep into her throat in one smooth motion.

The 69.

He groaned against her cunt, the vibration sending a jolt through her core. She moaned around his shaft, her tongue swirling around his glans as she began to suck. His hands came up, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his face, his tongue diving into her wet folds. He ate her with desperate hunger, his tongue sliding through her slick lips, circling her clit, dipping into her entrance. He licked and sucked and probed, his stubble rasping against her inner thighs, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. She bucked against his mouth, her moans muffled by his cock, her hips grinding against his face.

"Fuck," she gasped, pulling off his cock for a moment. "Right there..don't stop.."

He didn't. He focused on her clit, his lips closing around it, his tongue flicking rapidly, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She cried out, taking him deep into her throat again, her hand wrapping around his balls, cupping them, feeling them tighten as she sucked. She deep-throated him with desperate need, her throat working around his shaft, her nose pressed into his pubic bone. She took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, sucking them gently, tasting the musk of his skin. He groaned against her cunt, his hips bucking, his tongue driving deeper into her. They stayed like that for long minutes, each lost in the pleasure of the other, the room filled with the wet sounds of their mouths working. Laura came first, her orgasm crashing over her without warning, her body convulsing against his face, her juices flooding his tongue. He drank her, lapping at her, prolonging her climax until she was trembling and gasping.

She pulled off his cock, gasping for air, her forehead pressing against his thigh. "Fuck..that was.."

He didn't let her finish. He flipped her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her soaked entrance. He pushed into her pussy slowly, deliberately, filling her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. He began to fuck her slow and hard, each stroke deep and measured, his hips grinding against hers. He leaned forward, his lips finding hers, kissing her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers as he thrust into her. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin. She gasped, her head tilting back, giving him more access. He moved lower, his mouth finding her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue circling the sensitive peak. He bit down gently, then harder, making her cry out, her back arching. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, his hand squeezing the one he'd abandoned.

"Fuck, David," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He fucked her with relentless patience, his pace steady, each stroke hitting deep inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels pressing into his lower back. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure coiling tight in her belly. She tried to warn him, but the words caught in her throat as the pleasure crested.

"I'm coming..fuck…I'm coming—"

Her body convulsed beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock, her back arching off the bed. A guttural cry escaped her lips as the orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure consuming her.

And then everything went black.

She passed out, her body going limp beneath him, her arms falling to her sides, her head lolling to the side. She was completely unconscious, her breath slow and steady, her pussy still clenching rhythmically around his shaft. David didn't stop. He kept fucking her, his pace never faltering, his cock sliding in and out of her limp, yielding body. He watched her face, peaceful and slack, watched her tits bounce with each thrust, watched the way her body accepted him even in unconsciousness.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low. "Just a hole for me. Just a warm, wet hole."

He fucked her harder, his hips slapping against hers, the sound obscene in the quiet room. He was close, so close, his balls tightening, his breath ragged. Laura stirred beneath him, her eyes fluttering open. She came to slowly, disoriented, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She felt him inside her, still fucking her, still pounding into her pussy with relentless intensity.

She smiled, her voice hoarse. "Did I miss anything?"

He laughed, a low, breathless sound. "You're back just in time."

He drove deep, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a guttural roar that seemed to shake the room. His cock pulsed inside her, his cum flooding her pussy in thick, hot jets, each one seeming to go on forever. She felt it filling her, spreading through her core, the warmth radiating outward until she felt completely stuffed. He kept pumping, his hips jerking with each spasm, his cum leaking around his shaft, running out of her pussy. When he finally stopped, he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his breath hot against her neck. They lay there, tangled and spent, cum leaking from her pussy, their bodies slick with sweat. Laura's hand found his, their fingers intertwining.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That was... I don't even have words."

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his voice soft. "Me neither."

They lay in silence, neither of them needed to say anything at all. Laura turned her head, looking at him, then down at her own body. Cum was leaking from her pussy in thick, lazy streams, running down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. She could feel it warm and wet between her legs, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he'd filled her. She didn't think. She didn't ask. She reached down, her fingers finding her soaked entrance, and pushed inside. She gathered a thick glob of his cum, scooping it from deep within her pussy, the warmth of it coating her fingers. She brought her hand up slowly, watching the milky white fluid drip from her fingertips, and opened her mouth. She slid her fingers between her lips, sucking them clean, tasting him mixed with herself. A low moan escaped her throat as she licked every trace from her skin, her tongue swirling around her knuckles, her eyes fluttering closed. She pushed her fingers back into her pussy, deeper this time, gathering more. She scooped out another thick helping, the cum spilling over her fingers, running down her wrist. She brought it to her mouth again, licking and sucking, cleaning every drop. She did it again, and again, each time moaning at the taste, her body responding with a desperate, hungry need. She couldn't get enough. She wanted to taste every last drop of him that had been inside her.

David watching her, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with sleep and satisfaction. "A cum-addicted whore, scooping spunk out of your cunt and licking it clean."

She looked at him, her fingers still in her mouth, her eyes dark and hungry. She pulled them out with a wet pop, a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to her fingers.

"I can't help it," she said, her voice hoarse. "I love the taste of cum"

She reached down again, gathering the last remnants from her pussy, the cum now mixed with her own juices, thinner and more fluid. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. When she was done, she held up her clean fingers, showing him.

"All gone," she whispered.

He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, pulling her into a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the mingled flavours of their afternoon, and moaned into his mouth.

"Good girl," he murmured against her lips. "My perfect little cum whore."

David lay back against the pillows, his body still humming with the exertion of the past hours. Laura was curled beside him, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns through the sweat on his skin. The room smelled of sex and sweat and satisfaction, the sheets beneath them damp and tangled. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up as he unlocked it. He found Sarah's contact and typed quickly, his thumbs moving with practiced ease.

*Almost finished with Laura. One more load and I'm all yours. She's been a very good girl.*

He hit send and set the phone down, a smirk playing on his lips. Laura looked up at him, her eyes curious.

"Sarah?" she asked.

He nodded. "Told her I'm nearly done with you."

Laura's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "Well you accomplished what I wanted, my ass is very sore from the multiple hammering you gave it"

He laughed, his hand finding her hair, tugging gently. "Good, I enjoyed hammering it. Now seeing as you’re thirsty, let's give you something to drink". He shifted, positioning himself more comfortably, his hand moving to his cock. He was semi-hard, still sensitive from their marathon, but the thought of one more release stirred him. He began to stroke himself slowly, his hand moving up and down his shaft, feeling himself harden under his touch.

"Get down there," he said, his voice low. "I want to see that eager mouth waiting for me."

Laura didn't hesitate. She crawled down the bed, positioning herself on his side, her face inches from his cock. She watched his hand move, watched his shaft grow thick and hard, watched the head flush and glisten. Her tongue extended, licking her lips in anticipation.

"I've got one more load for you," he said, his pace quickening. "Down your throat. That's where it belongs."

She nodded, her mouth opening, her tongue pressing against his tip as he stroked himself. She licked the bead of pre-cum that formed at his slit, enjoying the salty taste, her eyes locked on his. He increased his pace, his hand flying over his shaft, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could see the tension building in his body, the tightening of his abs, the clenching of his jaw, the way his hips began to buck into his fist.

"Go, suck me" he commanded, his voice strained.

She wrapped her lips around his cocks and worked his shaft with her mouth and hand and he came with a guttural groan, he came, his cum flooded her mouth, thick and hot, filling her with wave after wave. She swallowed as he came, her throat working, her lips sealed around his cock, milking every last pulse. She moaned against him, the vibration sending shivers through his spent body. When he finally stopped, she pulled back, her mouth still closed. She looked at him, a satisfied smile in her eyes, and swallowed one last time, her throat working audibly.

She opened her mouth, showing him her empty tongue.

"All gone," she whispered. "Every last drop."

He pulled her up and kissed her, “God, this was fun, we should do it again, maybe with Sarah and Josh joining next time”

“Mmm, definitely, we’ll set that up for sure”, Laura said with a huge grin on her face, touching her tits and pussy, obviously still horny.

David swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking beneath him as he stood. He moved deliberately, his muscles aching in that satisfying way that comes from a thorough workout. He pulled on his boxers, then his pants, fastening the belt with practiced ease. His shirt followed, the buttons sliding into place one by one, covering the marks Laura had left on his chest and shoulders. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it down, and turned to find Laura still naked on the bed, propped up on her elbows, watching him with lazy satisfaction.

"Right, I’d best be off" he said, his voice carrying a hint of command.

She rose without a word, her body bare and beautiful in the dim light, and padded ahead of him through the hallway to the front door. Her ass swayed with each step, still reddened from their earlier exertions, a thin trail of his cum still visible on her inner thigh. She opened the door, the cool night air rushing in, raising goosebumps on her skin. She stood in the doorway, completely naked, the porch light casting a soft glow across her curves. David stepped up to her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he looked her up and down.

"You know," he said, his voice low, "if the neighbours see you like this, they're going to think you've been a very, very bad girl."

She grinned, unashamed. "Maybe they'll get lucky and I'll give them a show."

He laughed, stepping closer, his hand finding her hip. He pulled her into a kiss, deep and lingering, his tongue sliding against hers one last time. When he pulled back, his hand slid down her hip, over her ass, and he delivered a sharp, stinging spank that echoed in the quiet night. She yelped, her body jerking forward, a surprised laugh escaping her lips.

"Behave yourself," he said, his eyes glinting. "I'll be back. Thank you for today, it was amazing"

He turned and walked down the path, his footsteps steady on the pavement. Laura leaned against the doorframe, watching him go, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," she called after him.

He raised a hand in farewell without turning back, disappearing into the darkness of the quiet street. Laura watched until she couldn't see him anymore, then slowly closed the door, the lock clicking into place behind her. She leaned against the wood, her body still humming, her ass still stinging, and smiled to herself in the dark.