I Fucked Her Pussy, Then Her Ass, and Left Both Full of Cum

She sucked like a woman who had done this a thousand times and still loved it. Warm, wet, skilled. Her tongue swirled around the head while she took me deeper and deeper until her nose pressed against my stomach. She held me there, throat working around me, then pulled back with a wet sound and looked up.

“You can fuck my face,” she said calmly. “I like it rough.”

I grabbed her ponytail and started thrusting. She took every stroke, eyes watering slightly but never pulling away. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto the tops of her breasts. The wet, filthy sounds of her throat filling the small room made my balls tighten fast.

She pulled off just before I came, stood up, and peeled the tank top over her head. Her bra came off next. Full, heavy tits spilled out — soft, slightly natural, with thick dark nipples. She pushed the yoga pants and panties down in one motion and stepped out of them, completely naked.

Her pussy was smooth, already glistening.

Victoria turned around, bent over the washing machine, and looked back at me over her shoulder.

“Fuck me. Hard. I’ve been thinking about this cock inside me for weeks.”

I stepped forward, rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, then pushed in.

She was hot, tight, and soaked. The kind of experienced pussy that gripped and fluttered around every inch. I sank all the way in until my hips pressed against her soft ass. She let out a long, satisfied moan.

“That’s it… fill me up.”

I started thrusting — deep, steady strokes that made her heavy tits swing under her. She pushed back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling each time I bottomed out. The wet slap of skin filled the laundry room. I reached around, grabbed both of her breasts, and squeezed hard while I fucked her.

“Harder,” she ordered, voice husky. “I won’t break.”

I gave her harder. One hand stayed on her hip, the other slid down to rub her swollen clit in firm circles. Her moans grew louder, more uncontrolled. Within minutes her walls started clenching tightly around me.

“I’m coming—” she gasped, and then her whole body shuddered as she came hard, pussy pulsing and flooding around my cock.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release, until I buried myself deep and unloaded — thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her experienced cunt.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard. When I finally pulled out, a thick mix of her wetness and my cum immediately ran down her inner thighs.

Victoria straightened up slowly, turned around, and kissed me — deep, filthy, tasting herself on my tongue.

She pulled back just enough to speak against my lips.

“That was round one,” she said with a small, satisfied smile. “My bedroom is upstairs. You’re not leaving until I’ve had you in every position I want… and I’ve already decided there will be several.”

She walked past me naked, hips swaying, cum still slowly leaking down her legs, and headed for the stairs without looking back.

I stood there for a few seconds, cock still half-hard, her taste still in my mouth, before I followed her up.

I followed her up the stairs.

Victoria’s bedroom was large, dimly lit by the afternoon sun coming through half-closed blinds. The bed was big, covered in soft gray sheets. She didn’t waste time. The moment I stepped inside she turned, pushed me back onto the mattress, and climbed on top of me.

Her heavy tits hung right above my face. I lifted my head and sucked one thick nipple into my mouth. She let out a low, pleased hum and held my head there while she ground her still-wet pussy against my cock, smearing our mixed cum all over the shaft.

“You’re already getting hard again,” she murmured. “Good. I’m not finished with you.”

She slid down my body, kissed and licked her way across my stomach, then took my cock into her mouth again. This time she was slower, more deliberate — long, deep sucks, tongue swirling, one hand gently massaging my balls. She looked up at me the entire time, eyes dark with hunger, making soft wet sounds as she worked me back to full hardness.

When I was completely stiff again she pulled off with a soft pop, crawled up, and straddled my face.

“Your turn to return the favor,” she said, lowering her pussy onto my mouth. “Lick. And don’t be gentle.”

I grabbed her soft thighs and pulled her down harder. She was still slick from earlier, tasting of both of us. I licked her thoroughly — long strokes through her lips, tongue pushing inside her, then focusing on her swollen clit. Victoria rocked her hips, grinding against my mouth, one hand in my hair to keep me exactly where she wanted.

“That’s it… right there… fuck, your tongue feels good.”

She rode my face until her thighs started trembling. Then she pulled away before she came, turned around, and sank down onto my cock in reverse. The new angle made her even tighter. She started riding me hard, ass bouncing, her wetness running down onto my balls. I watched my cock disappear inside her over and over while her heavy tits swung with every movement.

After a few minutes she leaned forward, planted her hands on my thighs, and really started to fuck me — deep, powerful strokes that made the wet slap of skin fill the room. I reached up and gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them so I could see everything.

Victoria looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded.

“You like watching your cock stretch a real woman’s pussy?” she asked, voice husky. “Because this pussy is going to drain every drop you have before I let you leave.”

She rode me until I was close again, then lifted off, turned around to face me, and sat back down so we were chest to chest. Her full breasts pressed against me as she rolled her hips in slow, deep circles. I sucked on her neck, her collarbone, her nipples — anything I could reach — while she used my cock exactly how she wanted.

Eventually she pushed me onto my back again, swung one leg over, and got into a side position where she could control the depth. One of her hands reached down between us to rub her clit while she fucked herself on me. Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained.

“I’m going to come on this cock again,” she panted. “And you’re going to feel every pulse.”

She did. Her pussy clamped down hard, fluttering and squeezing as she came with a long, broken moan. The way she clenched pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, emptying myself deep inside her for the second time that day — thick, heavy spurts that she took with a satisfied hum.

We stayed locked together while both of us caught our breath. Victoria eventually lifted off, a thick stream of cum immediately leaking from her and running down my shaft. She looked at the mess with a small, wicked smile, then lowered her head and licked me clean — slow, thorough strokes of her tongue that made me twitch.

When she was done she crawled up and kissed me, sharing the taste of both of us.

“Shower,” she said simply. “Then you’re going to fuck me against the bathroom wall. After that, if you still have anything left, I want you behind me on the bed so I can feel you as deep as possible.”

She stood up, cum still slowly dripping down her inner thighs, and walked toward the bathroom without looking back. The confident sway of her hips made it clear she wasn’t asking.

I lay there for a few seconds, completely spent and already starting to harden again just from the way she spoke, before I got up and followed her.

Victoria Hale knew exactly what she wanted.

And for the rest of that Saturday, what she wanted was me.