She slammed the door behind her and shoved me against the wall, her hand already yanking my belt open. "Fuck me right now," she growled, fingers wrapping around my cock the second it sprang free. I spun her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and drove into her wet pussy in one hard thrust. She moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch.
Her tight heat gripped me as I pounded her, skin slapping, her juices dripping down my balls. "Harder, you bastard," she spat, so I grabbed her hips and rammed deeper, making the table legs scrape the floor. She came fast, walls pulsing around my shaft, but I didn't stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and buried my face between her legs, tongue fucking her soaked cunt while she grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth.
When I stood up she sucked me clean, taking me to the back of her throat, gagging and drooling, eyes watering. I fucked her face until I was ready, then hauled her up and bent her over again. This time I spat on her asshole and pushed my cock in slow, stretching her open. She cursed and begged for more, so I gave it to her, balls-deep in her ass, reaching around to rub her clit until she screamed through another orgasm.
We didn't stop there. She rode me on the couch, tits bouncing, then I took her against the window so anyone outside could see. Cum leaked down her thighs by the time we collapsed, both of us spent and sticky, already planning the next round.