Kyle kept driving into her with deep, steady strokes. The wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of his thick cock plunging in and out of her soaked pussy filled the bedroom. Sweat was already shining on both of their bodies. Stacy’s tits bounced hard with every thrust, her light-pink nipples still wet and shiny from his mouth earlier.
He pulled out suddenly. The thick, swollen head of his cock popped free with a wet *schlick*, shiny and dripping with her cream. A thin string of her juices stretched between his tip and her open pussy before it broke.
"Wait—what are you—" she started.
He didn’t answer. He shoved her thighs wide apart, dropped down between them, and dragged his tongue straight up her slit in one long, filthy lick.
*Schloooorp.*
"Oh fuck—" Stacy’s back arched hard off the bed. Her hands flew to his hair and gripped tight.
Kyle licked her again, slower and deeper this time, spreading her open with his thumbs so he could see everything. Her soft pink lips were puffy and glistening. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, then pushed the flat of his tongue as deep inside her hole as he could, tasting how wet she was for him.
*Slurp... schlick... glck...*
"Shit, you taste filthy," he muttered against her pussy, voice rough and low.
"Pussy’s dripping down my fucking chin."
Stacy moaned loud, hips rolling up against his face.
"Don’t stop—fuck, your tongue—keep going—"
He ate her like he was starving. Long, wet strokes from her hole all the way up to her clit. Messy sucking. Tongue-fucking her while his nose pressed hard against her clit. The sounds were disgusting and perfect—*slurp, schlick, glck, schlooorp*—and she only got wetter, coating his mouth, chin, and the tip of his nose. One of her hands stayed tangled in his hair; the other grabbed her own tit and squeezed hard, pinching the nipple.
"I’m close," she panted, voice shaking. "Fuck, Kyle, I’m gonna cum on your tongue—"
He doubled down. He sucked her clit hard between his lips while two fingers shoved back inside her and curled against that sensitive spot.
*Schlick-schlick-schlick—*
That was all it took.
Stacy came with a broken, high cry. Her thighs clamped hard around his head. Her pussy pulsed and gushed against his mouth in wet, rhythmic spasms. He kept licking her through it, drinking every drop that spilled out, until her legs were shaking and she was whimpering.
When he finally came up for air his entire lower face was shiny with her cum. He crawled back up her body and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth so she could taste herself.
*Mmh—*
"See how fucking wet you got?" he growled against her lips. "That’s all you."
Stacy was breathing hard, eyes glassy, the shy act starting to crack wide open. "You’re... really good at that."
"Not done."
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees like she weighed nothing. The second she was in position he grabbed her hips hard and slammed back inside in one rough, brutal thrust.
*PLAP!*
"Fuuuck—!" Stacy’s arms almost gave out. Her head dropped.
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started railing her hard and fast, hips smacking against her ass with loud, wet *plap-plap-plap-plap* sounds. The bedframe creaked violently under them. Her tits swung heavily under her body. He reached around and grabbed one, squeezing and mauling it while he fucked her like an animal.
"Take it," he snarled.
"Take every fucking inch."
"I am—fuck, I am—your cock’s so deep—" Her voice was breaking, the "amateur natural" character slipping fast.
"Harder—please—use me—"
There it was. The her true self was leaking out.
Kyle grinned like a bastard and gave her exactly what she asked for. He pounded her even faster, one hand locked on her shoulder for leverage, the other still roughly squeezing her tit. The wet slap of skin on skin was filthy and constant.
*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-SCHLICK-PLAP*
Her pussy was making those lewd, wet *schlick-glck* noises every time he bottomed out and her juices frothed around his shaft.
"You like getting used?" he asked, voice low and rough.
"Like being treated like a fucking toy on camera?"
Stacy moaned loud and pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts.
"Yes—fuck yes—talk to me like that—don’t stop—"
He leaned over her back, still thrusting deep, and spat a thick wad of spit right onto her asshole just to watch it drip down between her cheeks. Then he pressed his thumb against the tight little ring and rubbed firm circles without pushing in.
She shivered hard. "Oh my god—"
"Kinky little thing," he muttered.
"You get off on being dirty, huh?"
"Shut up and keep fucking me," she gasped, but there was no real heat in it—just pure, dripping need. The confident side of her was fully out now, and the shy part only showed in the way her voice cracked when she got too honest.
Kyle pulled out again with a wet *schlick*. He flipped her onto her back, hooked both her legs over his arms, and folded her almost in half so her knees were near her shoulders. Then he shoved back in just as rough.
*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*
The new angle made her scream. Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy clenched so tight around him it almost hurt.
"I’m gonna cum," he warned, thrusting harder, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.
"Where do you want it?"
Stacy looked up at him, face flushed dark, lips parted, the last of the "character" completely gone. "Inside—no, wait—on me. Cum on me. I want to feel it."
That was all he needed.
He pulled out at the last second. His cock was angry-red and shiny with her cream. He stroked it twice over her stomach—
*Fap-fap—*
—and came hard.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot across her belly and up onto her tits. One long streak landed on her collarbone and slowly dripped toward the tattoo. He kept stroking, milking every pulse onto her skin with wet *fap* sounds until he was empty and twitching, the last few drops landing on her navel.
For a few seconds the only sound was both of them breathing hard.
Stacy looked down at the thick, glossy mess covering her body, then back up at him with a dazed, filthy little smile. She dragged two fingers through the cum on her breast, scooped up a heavy strand, and brought it to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean while she held his eyes, a soft *slurp* leaving her lips.
"Tastes better than I expected," she said, voice still shaky.
Kyle’s cock twitched hard again, still half-hard from the pill, the tip already leaking a fresh bead of pre-cum.
He wasn’t done.
Not even close.
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