She dropped to her knees the second the door shut behind them. No small talk, no teasing buildup. Just her hands yanking his belt open and her mouth already open, hungry.
"Fuck, look at this cock," she said, voice low and rough. She spit on the head and wrapped her lips around it, sucking hard from the first pull. No gentle licks. She took him straight to the back of her throat, gagging once, then again, pushing deeper until her nose pressed against his stomach.
He groaned and grabbed her hair. She didn't slow down. Her tongue worked the underside while she bobbed fast, spit running down his balls. Every few strokes she pulled off just long enough to say something filthy.
"You like that? You like watching me choke on it?"
She went back down before he could answer. One hand stroked the base while her mouth worked the rest, sloppy and loud. The wet sounds filled the room. She looked up at him the whole time, eyes watering, mascara already smearing.
He tried to thrust but she held his hips still. "My mouth," she said. "I control how deep you go." Then she proved it by taking every inch again, holding there until she needed air, throat convulsing around him.
When she finally let him fuck her face, it was rough. Saliva dripped off her chin onto her tits. She moaned around his cock like she was getting off on it too. Every time he got close she eased off, licking just the head, keeping him right on the edge.
"Want to come?" she asked, jerking him fast with both hands. "Tell me where."
"Down your throat."
She smiled, dirty and satisfied, then swallowed him again. This time she didn't stop. She worked him with steady, brutal suction until his legs shook and he shot hard. She took every pulse, swallowing without pulling off, then kept sucking gently while he softened, milking the last drops.
She stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grinned.
"That was just the first one," she said. "I've got more stories."
