I invited a drunk teenage girl I met at a party to my house to fuck her 

The night was a blur of booze and bad decisions, but the image of her, sprawled out on my couch, legs splayed wide, is seared into my brain. I’d whisked her away from the party, her giggles echoing in the car like a siren’s song. Now, she’s a mess of pink and flushed skin, her shorts shoved down to her knees, panties torn aside. My fingers are soaked, drenched in her juices as I spread her cunt wide, baring her clit for my tongue. She moans, a slutty, drunken sound, as I lick her deep, tasting her filth. My cock is rock hard, throbbing, as I suck her clit into my mouth, feeling her body convulse with each flick of my tongue. I can’t wait much longer; I need to feel her tight pussy around my shaft, to hear her scream as I fuck her raw.

I flip her over, her ass in the air, pussy glistening with her arousal. I spit on her asshole, rubbing the saliva in with my thumb, feeling her relax under my touch. She looks back at me, eyes glazed, a wicked smile on her face. “Fuck me,” she slurs, and it’s all the invitation I need. I ram into her, hard, my balls slapping against her skin. She cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as I pound into her, my hips moving like a piston. I grab her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. I lean over, biting her neck, marking her as I fuck her deeper, harder. Her pussy clenches around me, her body trembling as she comes, her juices coating my cock. I pull out, stroking myself as I come all over her back, my cum dripping down her spine, a filthy, sticky mess.