Hospital Debauchery

Helena's body arched like a bowstring under Devon's relentless thrust, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice, every brutal thrust sending shockwaves through her vagina. The mattress did little to muffle the wet, rhythmic slaps of his hips against her ass. Sweat slicked their skin, making their bodies glide together in a feverish dance, her full breasts swaying wildly, nipples scraping against the coarse fabric with each pounding drive, igniting fresh bursts of electric pleasure that made her toes curl.

"Fuck, yes… harder!" Helena gasped, her voice raw and demanding, no longer the hesitant whispers from before. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal ferocity, her ass cheeks rippling from the impact.

Devon's hands dug into her hips, his fingers leaving red imprints on her pale skin, pulling her onto him deeper, his cock plunging to depths that made her vision blur.

"You're so fucking deep," she moaned, her words dissolving into a guttural cry as he angled his hips, grinding against her G-spot with savage precision.

Devon growled, his breath hot against her back, one hand sliding up to tangle in her dark hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the curve of her neck. "You love it, don't you? Taking my cock like a good little slut," he taunted, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her shoulder, biting down lightly as he slammed into her harder, the force making her breasts bounce even more violently.

Helena's response was a string of incoherent moans, her pussy flooding with fresh arousal, dripping down her thighs and coating his balls with every withdrawal.

But Devon wasn't content to stay in one position. With a swift motion, he pulled out, his cock slick and throbbing, glistening with her juices. Helena whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body trembling as she turned to face him, her hazel eyes wild with need. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice husky, but he silenced her with a wicked grin, flipping her onto her back and dragging her to the edge of the cot.

"Lie back," he commanded, his hands spreading her thighs wide, exposing her swollen, dripping pussy to the cool air. Helena obeyed, her breath hitching as he lowered himself, but instead of diving in, he guided her up, positioning her above his face. "What are you still waiting for?"

Her hesitation lasted only a second before raw hunger took over. Straddling his face shamelessly, she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth, her hands bracing against the wall for leverage. Devon's tongue met her clit immediately, flicking and sucking with expert fervor, his hands gripping her ass to pull her down harder. Helena's moans turned into full-throated cries, her hips grinding against him without restraint, riding his face like it was her lifeline. "Oh God, yes, right there!" she screamed, her thighs quivering around his head, her pussy smearing her arousal across his lips and chin. She rocked faster, shameless and desperate, her breasts heaving as she chased the building storm inside her.

Devon's muffled groans vibrated, his tongue delving deep into her vagina, lapping at her like a man starved. Helena's fingers dug into his scalp, pulling him closer as her movements grew frantic, her ass clenching under his palms. "Fuck, Devon I'm gonna… oh shit!"

The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she ground down hard, juices gushing over his face in a hot flood. She screamed his name, loud and unrestrained, the sound echoing off the office walls, her thighs clamping around him as waves of pleasure ripped through her, leaving her shaking and breathless.

Panting, she slid off him, her body still humming, but Devon gave her no reprieve. He sat up, his face slick with her release, eyes dark with lust. "Your turn," he rasped, guiding her head down to his cock, still rock-hard and throbbing.

Helena didn't resist she wrapped her lips around him eagerly, tasting herself on his skin, her tongue swirling over the head before taking him deep. She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, the sloppy sounds of her sucking filling the room.

Devon groaned, his hips bucking slightly, fucking her mouth with controlled thrusts. "That's it, good girl," he growled, his hand in her hair guiding her rhythm. Helena moaned around him, the vibration sending him closer to the edge, her free hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently. It didn't take long, Devon's abs tensed, his breath ragged. "Fuck I'm cumming," he warned, but she didn't pull away.

With a deep moan, he erupted, hot cum shooting into her mouth in thick ropes. Helena swallowed greedily, her throat working around him, milking every drop until he was spent, a few stray beads dribbling down her chin.

She pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk, but the fire in her eyes said she wasn't done. "More," she demanded, her voice hoarse, pushing him back onto the cot and climbing astride him. Devon chuckled darkly, his hands on her hips as she sank down onto his cock, already hardening again from her touch.

"You greedy little thing," he teased, but his words cut off in a groan as she started riding him, her pussy enveloping him in tight, wet heat.

The fucking turned crazed from there, Helena bouncing on him with wild abandon, her breasts jiggling hypnotically, nipples hard and begging. Devon met her thrusts from below, his hips snapping up to meet her, the cot protesting loudly under their frenzy. "Harder fuck me!" she cried, her nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails that only spurred him on. Sweat flew from their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex, their moans blending into a symphony of raw ecstasy.

Devon's hands roamed everywhere squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit in frantic circles. Helena threw her head back, another orgasm building fast, her pussy clenching around him like a fist.

"Yes, yes… oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" she wailed, her body seizing as pleasure exploded through her, louder than before, her screams piercing the room as she ground down on him, juices soaking his groin.

But Devon kept going, flipping her onto her back mid-orgasm, hooking her legs over his shoulders and pounding into her with renewed fury. The angle let him hit even deeper, his cock stretching her to her limits, the wet squelch of their joining obscene and intoxicating. Helena's hands clutched at his back, her voice a broken litany of pleas and curses, her body writhing beneath him.

As his own release built, coiling tight in his balls, Helena's eyes widened with a flash of panic amid the haze. "Devon wait, don't cum inside me," she gasped, her voice trembling even as her pussy fluttered around him. "Today… it's not safe. Pull out, please!"

Devon's grin was feral, his thrusts not slowing, his grip on her thighs tightening. "Too late for that, sweetheart," he growled, his voice thick with lust, slamming into her one final time.

With a roar, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her, flooding her pussy with hot, thick cum. Helena cried out, a mix of protest and unwilling pleasure, her body betraying her as another small orgasm rippled through her from the sensation, his seed spilling out around him, dripping down her ass.

He collapsed onto her, both panting, his cock still twitching inside her as the aftershocks faded. Helena lay there, spent and glistening, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, her chest heaving. "You bastard," she whispered, but there was a dazed satisfaction in her tone, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.