Drink & Fuck
“Ngh, you’re a damn asshole, you know that?”
“I know that. At least I’m not a fucking slut.” She gasped, grabbing at his shoulders, wide and muscled. She groaned, grinding into his hips, slamming herself down on top of him.
“You’re a slut...”
“I’m not the one who fucking started this.”
He grabbed her waist, rolling on top of her, thrusting his thick, hard cock into her little wet cunt, stretching it, pushing deeper. He grabbed the bottle and tipped it up, vodka pouring into his mouth, down his throat.
“You greedy son-of-a-ohhh....”
She groaned, reaching for the bottle, wrapping her lips around it, licking, sucking, groaning before tossing it, empty, aside.
“Do that too my fucking cock, bitch.”
“You wish.”
She dug her nails into his shoulders, making him grab her wrists, pinning them down while he fucked her. She groaned, pulling at her wrists, to no avail.
“I don’t have to fucking wish. You’re a slut, and you’ll do it anyways. Because you’ve always wanted it.”
“Fuck you.”
“You are.”
He slammed into her again, deeper than ever. She thre her head back and groaned.
"You're gonna fucking come, slut."