We had been arguing foolishly all day, he had come to visit me at the university in the house I share with other girls but we hadn’t been able to carve out a moment for us.
We were getting ready to leave when the discussion culminated in my “Fuck you!” towards him, heading to the bathroom, half-closing the door.
Suddenly as I was fixing my lipstick in the mirror, he walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“You’re just a bitch!” He hissed grabbing my hair in his fist and forcing me to bend over the sink.
“Stop it, stupid! What do you think you’re doing!” I yelled angry.
He slapped my face, then unfastened his jeans and lifted the light fabric of my dressing gown.
“Now you will see it” he whispered in my ear, suddenly penetrating me with his hard cock.
My eyes widened with surprise mixed with pleasure and pain and my body shook.
He pushed with all his weight on me, pushing my face against the mirror, penetrating me even more.
He started fucking me slowly but deeply, his breath on my neck as he whispers “You stopped bothering me, right little slut?”.
I nodded, shocked, looking at his face in the reflection.
“You just needed some hard cock” he continued licking and sucking my earlobe.
I was panting against the palm of his hand that still closed my mouth, now so as not to let my friends hear my moans beyond the door.
His cock kept going in and out of my wet pussy, his balls pounding with every thrust.
Releasing my mouth, his hand ran to squeeze my breast, swinging with every thrust, making it come out of the neckline of the dress.
“Look what a bitch you are!” he exclaimed grabbing me by the hips and making me move away from the mirror just to give me a look.
My hands clinging to the edge of the sink, his hands gripping my hips, my naked firm breasts and the sound of my pussy pumped by his cock.
“Maybe it was you who couldn’t wait to fuck me” I uttered between groans.
“Naughty whore!” he whispered through clenched teeth, pushing me back against the mirror and starting to spank me.
“You want nothing more than to be fucked and used, your wet pussy speaks for you! You’re greedy for cock!” she continued spitting on the mirror next to my face.
“Lick, slut!”. I smiled moaning and looking at him in the reflection I slowly started licking and sucking his saliva on the mirror, leaving lipstick imprints all over the surface.
He pushed a thumb between my lips and clinging to his wrist I started sucking and licking it intensely, moaning.
“Fuck… You drive me crazy … Get on your knees”.
Between his legs he didn’t need to say anything else, I knew what my job was: to clean his cock of mine and his fluids.
I sucked and licked him, rubbed his cock on my face, pushed deep into my throat as he pressed my head against his body, choked and coughed, smiling,while my eyes got wet from the effort. I cleaned his balls of excess saliva, sucking and licking them in turn as I stroked his hard cock on my face. His hand always in my hair to follow my every slightest movement.
At one point, squeezing my hair, he pulls me away from his cock and asks me “Tell me what you want”.
“I want your cum on me, on my nipples, on my lips, on my tongue. Then I want to dress up with it on me, go out to dinner with you, go home and suck your hard cock again”.
A series of cum shots cover my face and breasts as he enjoys satisfied with his favorite slut.