She dropped to her knees the second the door shut behind them. No small talk, no teasing smiles, just her hands yanking his belt open and her mouth already open wide. "Fuck, yeah, feed me that cock," she said, voice low and rough. His dick sprang out hard and she grabbed it at the base, slapping the head against her tongue a few times before she sucked him straight down to the balls.
He groaned and grabbed her hair. She didn't flinch. She worked him fast and wet, spit running down her chin in strings while her throat squeezed around the head every time she bottomed out. Gagging noises filled the room but she kept going, eyes watering, mascara starting to streak. "That's it, use my mouth," she mumbled around his shaft, pulling off only long enough to lick his balls and stroke him before diving back on.
He fucked her face in steady thrusts, hips snapping forward while she held still and took it. Her hands stayed busy, one cupping his balls, the other shoved down her own jeans rubbing her clit in fast circles. Every time he pulled back she chased him with her mouth, tongue flat and hungry. "You love being a cock sucker, don't you?" he growled. She nodded with his dick still stretching her lips, moaning so the vibration traveled up his length.
She pulled off again, spit connecting her mouth to his cock in thick ropes. "I fucking love it. Give it all to me." Then she went back down, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue working the underside on every stroke. He was close already, balls tight, but she didn't slow down. She wanted it. She made loud, sloppy, wet sounds on purpose, knowing how nasty it sounded.
When he came she didn't pull away. She took the first thick spurt straight down her throat, then backed off so the rest landed on her tongue and lips. She showed him the load before swallowing, then licked the last drops from the tip like she couldn't get enough. "More," she said, already stroking him again to keep him hard. "I want another load before you fuck me."
He hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and shoved into her from behind while she reached back to spread her ass for him. She was soaked. Every thrust made wet sounds almost as loud as the ones her mouth had made. She kept talking dirty the whole time. "Your cock tastes so good. I could suck you all night. Fill me up so I can suck it clean after."
He pounded her until her legs shook, then pulled out and spun her around again. She dropped right back to her knees without being told, mouth open, tongue out. This time he painted her face with it, thick ropes across her cheeks and forehead. She rubbed it into her skin with his still-hard cock, then sucked him clean again, slow and thorough, until he was twitching from oversensitivity.
They didn't stop there. She pushed him onto the couch and climbed on, riding him while she leaned down to kiss him with the taste of his cum still on her tongue. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her deep until she came hard, cunt pulsing around him. The second she finished she slid off and took him in her mouth once more, sucking him to another orgasm even though he swore he couldn't.
By the time they were done her jaw ached, her face was a mess, and she was still licking her lips like she wanted more. She looked up at him from the floor, eyes glassy, and smiled. "Told you I was a cock sucker. You got another round in you or you tapping out?" He grabbed her hair again and pulled her back onto his dick without answering. She moaned around it like she'd just been given exactly what she wanted.