The party was already loud and messy when I decided I wanted to get fucked. I was half-drunk, horny as hell, and didn’t care who was watching. I pulled him onto the bed, pushed him down, and climbed straight onto his cock.
I sank down on him slow at first, feeling every thick inch stretch me open. Then I started riding him hard, bouncing my ass up and down while my tits jumped with every thrust. I could feel how wet I was — my pussy was soaking his dick and making those filthy wet sounds every time I dropped down.
He grabbed my hips and fucked up into me while I kept grinding and slamming myself onto him. I leaned forward, put my hands on his chest, and rode even harder, moaning like a slut. My legs were shaking but I didn’t stop. I wanted him deep. I wanted to feel that cock hitting the right spot over and over.
Someone else was in the room but I didn’t give a fuck. I just kept bouncing, my pussy gripping him tight, dripping all over his balls. I rode him until my thighs burned and I was panting like crazy, still grinding my clit against him every time I went down.