Rina's fingers trembled as they hovered over her phone screen, the dim glow cutting through the stuffy darkness of her cramped apartment bedroom. Sweat beaded on her forehead from the raw ache building between her thighs, her pussy already dripping wet and needy, soaking through her black thigh-high stockings. At 18, with her fiery red hair tied back in a messy ponytail and her athletic frame honed from endless drills, Rina Tan was a force on the court, but right now, she felt like a powder keg ready to explode. Her girlfriend, Mikaela, had texted earlier about grabbing dinner, but Rina's mind was fixated on the ghost of James Reyes, her ex, with his stoic calm and that downward-curved cock she'd once ridden like it was her salvation. She'd blocked him after their messy breakup, but tonight, the itch was too much. Her pussy throbbed with a wet, insistent pulse, slickness trickling down her inner thighs, and before she could second-guess it, she unblocked his number and sent the message: "Come over. Now. I need it raw."

The door creaked open barely ten minutes later, and there he was—James, towering in the doorway with his broad shoulders and that unflappable stare, his dark eyes locking onto hers, wearing a T-shirt that clung to his chest and jeans that barely concealed his growing arousal. She was on him in an instant, her strong-willed fire flaring as she shoved him back onto the bed, her hands roughly tugging his jeans down and off his legs, leaving him in just his T-shirt, his throbbing dick springing free and slick with precum that glistened in the low light as she straddled his hips without preamble. Her shorts were off in a flash, discarded on the floor, revealing her bare, dripping cunt framed by the tops of her black thigh-high stockings, and she yanked his T-shirt up but left it on for now as she lined him up and sank down onto him in one swift, desperate motion, her tank top still clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. "Fuck, I've missed this cock," she growled, her voice hoarse as she began riding him hard in cowgirl position, her hips bucking wildly, the wet slap of her soaked pussy against his shaft echoing through the room with messy, squelching intensity, her juices spilling out and coating his balls in a sticky sheen. Her cunt stretched wide around his girth, the hot, wet walls clenching tight as she bottomed out, filling her completely, and she rocked faster, more frantically, her tits bouncing under her tank top as she leaned in to crush her lips against his in a sloppy, hungry kiss, their tongues tangling messily, saliva dripping down their chins as she whispered between ragged breaths, "God, your dick feels so fucking good, James. Mikaela's got nothing on this—nothing on how you stretch me out, how you make me so goddamn wet and messy." He groaned deeper into her mouth, his hands gripping her ass cheeks harder, nails digging in as he thrust up to meet her, but as she felt him tense, trying to pull out, she slammed down with even more force, her pussy gripping him like a vice, the lewd sounds growing louder and more chaotic. "No, don't you dare," she panted, her eyes wild with unbridled lust, "Finish inside me, you bastard. Fill my cunt up until it's overflowing." He obliged with a deep, guttural moan that shook his whole body, his cock pulsing violently as he shot his hot cum deep into her, the sticky fluid flooding her insides and leaking out messily around his shaft, making her shudder with every throbbing spurt, her own juices mixing with it in a hot, sloppy torrent.

She didn't give him a second to recover, flipping over onto all fours with a feral grin, now completely nude except for her black thigh-high stockings that clung sweatily to her legs, her body exposed and glistening as she presented her dripping, cum-smeared pussy like a prize. "Take it, you slut," he muttered, his voice low and teasing as he lined up and thrust into her from behind in doggy style, his bare skin slapping against hers with brutal force, his cock slamming in deep and making her ass cheeks jiggle wildly, the curved tip hitting that perfect spot inside her with every powerful, unrelenting stroke, stretching her walls to their limit and causing wet, squelching sounds to fill the air, mixed with the raw scent of sweat and sex. Her pussy, still dripping with his cum from before, clenched around him messily, fluids gushing out with each thrust, coating their thighs and the sheets below in a chaotic blend of slickness, and she pushed back against him harder, meeting his rhythm with desperate, animalistic bucks, her ass slapping against his hips with forceful, echoing impacts that left red marks on her skin. "Shut up and fuck me harder, you fucking bastard," she demanded, her voice breaking into raw, primal cries as the pounding intensified, his balls smacking wetly against her swollen clit with every drive, the mess between them growing wilder, sweat pouring down their bodies and mingling with the cum and juices spilling everywhere. She felt another wave building, her cunt tightening unbearably around him, the intensity overwhelming as he hammered into her without mercy, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh, "Don't stop, James—pound my pussy until it's a ruined, dripping wreck, until you cum again and make even more of a mess. Mikaela doesn't matter; nothing matters except this filthy, fucking bliss." He grabbed her hips tighter, his grip bruising, as he drove into her with savage force, his hips slamming into her with a rhythm that made her world blur at the edges. Rina's ass cheeks jiggled violently with each brutal thrust, the sting of his skin slapping against hers igniting a fire that spread through her veins, but it was his hands—those strong, calloused palms—that drove her wildest. One hand slid up her sweat-slicked back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breast, squeezing and kneading it roughly as if claiming it for himself, while the other gripped her hip with bruising force, yanking her back onto his cock with every punishing stroke. "Look at you, Rina," he growled, his voice low and mocking, laced with that stoic calm that only fueled her frenzy. "So fucking desperate for my dick, even after ditching me for that little girlfriend of yours. Mikaela's probably out there thinking you're all hers, but here you are, on all fours like a slut, begging for me to wreck your tight little cunt." His words hit her like whips, each one making her pussy clench harder around his thick, curved shaft, the downward bend hitting that sweet, spongy spot deep inside her with every inward plunge, stretching her walls to the point of exquisite pain.

She moaned like a woman possessed, her head thrown back as she pushed her hips back greedily, the wet, squelching sounds of his cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy echoing off the walls, mixed with the lewd slap of skin on skin. "Shut up and fuck me harder, you bastard," she snarled through gritted teeth, her voice raw and broken, but there was no hiding the desperation in it, the way her body betrayed her with every frantic buck. Her breasts swung freely under his assault, nipples hard as diamonds from the rough handling, and she could feel the hot trickle of their mingled fluids dripping down her thighs, soaking the tops of her black thigh-high stockings that clung damply to her skin. James leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear, his free hand now pinching her nipple cruelly, twisting it just enough to make her gasp. "Oh, I see how it is," he taunted, his thrusts growing even more relentless, his balls swinging forward to smack wetly against her swollen clit with each deep drive. "Mikaela can't give you this, can she? Can't fill you up like I do, make you this fucking messy. You're mine, Rina, always were." Her pussy tightened around him like a vice, the overwhelming fullness making her see stars, and she begged shamelessly, her words tumbling out in a stream of vulgar pleas. "Yes, God, yes—your cock is so much better, James, so fucking big and perfect, pounding me deep, stretching me out until I can't think straight. Don't stop, please, fuck me harder, make me scream for it!"

As his pace quickened, the intensity built to a fever pitch, her body trembling on the brink of another shattering climax. He grabbed both her hips now, pulling her back onto him with savage force, his cock throbbing inside her, the veins pulsing against her slick walls. "That's it, take it all, you greedy bitch," he muttered, his voice strained but still that unflappable tone that turned her on even more. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his curved tip slamming against her cervix, and she felt the hot rush of his cum flooding her depths once again, spurt after thick spurt painting her insides white. Rina cried out, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as she came hard, her juices mixing with his seed in a chaotic overflow that dripped down her legs in sticky rivulets, the air thick with the raw scent of sex and sweat. She collapsed forward onto the bed, panting heavily, her body a quivering mess, but even as he pulled out with a wet pop, his cum leaking from her swollen, gaping cunt, she rolled over onto her back, eyes locked on his with that same fiery hunger. "Don't think we're done," she whispered hoarsely, reaching up to pull him down on top of her, their bodies sliding together in a tangle of limbs and desire.

In an instant, they shifted into missionary, her legs wrapping around his waist like a vice, locking him in place as their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss that was worlds away from the frantic fucking moments before. His weight pressed her into the mattress, their sweat-slicked skin gliding as he positioned himself between her thighs, his still-hard cock nudging at her entrance, coated in their combined mess. Rina's hands roamed up his back, nails digging in as she deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing with urgent need, tasting the salt of each other's exertion. "Fuck me like you mean it, James," she murmured against his lips, her voice softening into something almost vulnerable, though the heat in her eyes burned bright. "Make love to me, fill me up again—please, I need it deep inside, every last drop." He obliged with a slow, deliberate thrust, sinking into her dripping pussy inch by inch, the angle in missionary letting his curved cock grind against her G-spot in a way that made her arch her back, her legs tightening around him to pull him closer. The rhythm was intense, each stroke long and powerful, his hips rolling with a steady force that had her moaning into his mouth, their breaths mingling in hot, ragged gasps. She could feel every vein, every throb of his shaft as it stretched her anew, her cunt still sensitive from the previous rounds, clenching around him with wet, sucking sounds that filled the room. "God, you're so tight, so perfect," he groaned, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there while his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. The passion between them built like a storm, her body responding to his every move, the emotional depth of their connection making the physical sensations even more overwhelming— the fullness, the heat, the way his body moved against hers as if they were one.

He picked up speed gradually, his thrusts growing more urgent but never losing that intimate intensity, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke of years of shared history and unresolved desire. Rina's hips rose to meet him, her pussy gripping him tightly, the slickness from their earlier mess making every slide in and out gloriously smooth yet incredibly tight, her walls fluttering with each deep penetration. "Cum for me, James," she begged, her voice a husky whisper laced with raw need, "Fill me up again, make me yours completely." The words pushed him over the edge, his body tensing as he drove in deep one last time, his cock pulsing violently inside her as he released another torrent of hot cum, flooding her womb with thick, sticky ropes that made her shudder in ecstasy. She came with him, her pussy milking every drop, her cries muffled against his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her breathless and utterly spent. For a moment, they lay there, entwined and panting, the air heavy with the aftermath of their passion.

Finally, James pulled away, his chest heaving as he dressed quickly, that stoic mask slipping back into place. He glanced at her one last time, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes, before slipping out the door into the night. Rina remained on the bed, completely nude save for her black thigh-high stockings, now drenched and disheveled, her body a glistening testament to their encounter—sweat cooling on her skin, cum dripping steadily from her swollen, satisfied pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath her. She felt a deep, bone-melting satisfaction, her muscles aching in the best way, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she stared at the ceiling, replaying the intensity in her mind. But the peace was short-lived; the door creaked open again, and there stood Mikaela, her bright eyes widening in shock at the scene before her. Rina didn't move, didn't cover herself, just met her girlfriend's gaze with a mix of guilt and defiance. "I'm not on birth control," she said flatly, the words hanging in the air like a confession, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her, the physical bliss still humming through her veins even as emotional reality crashed in.

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