Anonymous Redhead: Door Opens, We Fuck Raw on Night One

The doorbell buzzes. My phone vibrates on the counter—another thirsty DM, but fuck that. This is him. Days of sexting, dick pics, my pussy pics. Heart slamming my ribs. I smooth my tight short dress, no bra, stockings hugging my thighs. Red hair loose, perfume heavy—vanilla and musk, ready to invade his senses.

Door swings open. There he is, sweaty shirt clinging, black pants tight. Eyes devour me—legs, hips, my perky tits poking through fabric. His gaze hits mine: fire. Mine matches. No words. He steps in, slams door shut. Hand grips my hip hard, other tangles in my hair. Scents mix—his cologne sharp, sweat real. Breaths mingle. I grab his arms, testing. He pauses. I melt, eyes shut, lips part. Boom—his mouth crashes mine. Deep, hungry kiss. Sigh escapes me.

The Approach: Tension Ignites

Tongue invades. I grind tits on his chest, hips buck against his bulge. He pins me to the wall. Hands squeeze my ass—firm, needy. Mine rubs his cock through pants, hardening fast. He pulls back, smirks. Fingers trail inner thighs, up under dress. Goosebumps. I spread legs. He cups my lace panties—wet already. ‘So fucking soaked,’ he growls. I moan, ‘Taste it then.’ Neck bites, thumb circles nipple through dress. Strap down, tit out. Sucks hard—tongue flicks. Fingers dive into panties, stroke slick lips.

Teasing edges, I buck. ‘Finger my pussy, now.’ He slides two in, slow pumps. Thumb on clit. I claw his shirt open, nails on chest. Tongues dance again. Circles clit harder. I gasp, ‘Yes, fuck—make me cum.’ He drops to knees, hikes dress. No warning—tongue laps my clit, fingers plunge deep. Legs shake against wall. I grip his hair. ‘Eat that wet cunt.’ He devours—sucks, flicks, three fingers now. Bassin grinds his face. Build… build… ‘I’m cumming!’ Scream rips out, waves crash. Legs buckle—he holds me. Body quivers.

The Explosion: Savage Oral Frenzy

He rises, kisses soft—neck, tits, lips. My hand back on his cock. ‘Your turn, stud.’ Push him to wall. Kneel. Unbuckle slow, tease. Pants drop. Boxer tented. Kiss through fabric. Pull down—cock springs free, thick, veined. Grip base, swallow deep. He groans, ‘Fuck, your mouth.’ Suck hard, tongue swirls head. Hands on thighs. Up-down, sloppy. Balls next—lick, suck. He fists my hair. ‘Take it deeper.’ I gag, love it. Pump faster, eyes locked. ‘Gonna cum—swallow it all.’ Jets hit throat. I gulp, milk every drop. Show him tongue—creamy proof.

Panting slows. He pulls me up, soft kiss. Taste myself on him. Straighten dress, tits back in. He zips up. No cuddles. ‘That was fire,’ he says. I smirk, ‘One night only. Door’s there.’ Hand him phone—block number. He nods, eyes linger. Door clicks shut. Silence. Phone vibrates again. Next hunt begins. Stranger once more.