Luna Luxe Sloppy Blowjob and Hard Fuck with Asian BF

Luna had just gotten home from her part-time job at the campus cafe. Her tiny plaid skirt—left over from that “schoolgirl” costume party last weekend—still clung to her hips. The apartment smelled like leftover takeout and Derek’s gym bag in the corner. She kicked off her sneakers by the door, hearing the TV droning some basketball game in the living room.
Derek was sprawled on the couch in sweatpants, scrolling his phone. He looked up when she walked in, eyes dropping straight to her legs. “You’re late,” he said, smirking.
“Manager made me stay to close,” Luna muttered, dropping her bag. She stretched, arching her back, knowing it pushed her small tits against the thin white top. No bra today. Derek noticed.
He set the phone down. “Come here.”
She padded over, barefoot. The carpet was scratchy under her toes. As soon as she got close, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him without thinking, skirt riding up. His hands slid under it immediately, squeezing her ass.
“You smell like coffee,” he said, nose against her neck.
“And you smell like sweat.” She laughed, but it turned into a gasp when he yanked her panties to the side.
His fingers found her already wet. “Been thinking about this all shift?”
“Maybe.” She ground down, feeling his cock hardening under the fabric. “Or maybe I just missed your dick.”
Derek groaned, shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, already leaking. Luna licked her lips. She slid off his lap and dropped to her knees between his spread legs. The floor was hard, but she didn’t care.
She wrapped her small hand around the base and leaned in. First lick, slow, from balls to tip. He hissed. Then she took him in her mouth, no teasing. Just deep, wet suction. Spit dribbled out the corners right away. She bobbed fast, hollowing her cheeks, letting him hit the back of her throat. Gagging a little, but pushing through. Drool ran down her chin, dripping onto her shirt.
“Fuck, baby,” Derek muttered, hand in her hair. Not forcing, just guiding. “Sloppy like that. Yeah.”
She pulled off to breathe, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “You like when I make a mess?” She stroked him, slick and fast.
“Love it.” He thrust up into her fist. “Suck it again.”
Luna dove back down, messier this time. Noisy slurps filled the room over the TV. She twisted her head, tongue swirling, then took him balls-deep until her nose pressed against his stomach. Eyes watered. She held it, throat working around him, then pulled back coughing, spit everywhere.
Derek couldn’t wait anymore. He hauled her up by the arms. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, half-dressed. Luna’s top was soaked with drool. In the bedroom, unmade sheets still smelled like last night’s sleep. He pushed her face-down onto the mattress, skirt flipped up, panties yanked down to her knees.
He rubbed his cock along her slit, teasing. “You want it?”
“Fuck yes,” she whined, pushing back. “Put it in me.”
He slammed in one thrust. Luna yelped, fingers gripping the sheets. He was thick, stretching her tight pussy wide. No slow build—he started pounding hard right away. Skin slapped loud against skin. The headboard banged the wall once, twice. They both froze for a second, listening for neighbors.
“Shh,” she giggled breathlessly.
He didn’t slow down. Just fucked deeper, gripping her hips. “Take it, slut.”
Luna moaned into the pillow. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face. Every thrust pushed her forward, tits rubbing the sheets. She reached back, spreading herself wider. “Harder. Fuck me like you hate me.”
Derek growled, slamming in balls-deep. The wet squelch of her pussy was obscene. He pulled her hair, arching her back. “This what you need after work? Getting railed?”
“Yes—fuck—yes!” She clenched around him, close already.
He flipped her over suddenly. Missionary now. Legs over his shoulders. He drove down into her, watching her face. Her eyes rolled back a little. Mouth open, panting. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her stomach.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—”
He pounded faster, thumb finding her clit. Rubbed rough circles. Luna’s whole body tensed. She came hard, pussy spasming, soaking his cock. A gush of wet heat. She cried out, nails digging into his arms.
Derek kept going through it, chasing his own. “Where?”
“Inside—fuck—fill me!”
He buried deep one last time, groaning loud. Cock pulsing, pumping cum into her. Hot spurts. Luna whimpered, feeling it flood her.
They stayed locked like that a minute, breathing heavy. His dick twitched inside her. Finally he pulled out slow. Cum leaked out, dripping onto the sheets. Messy, white, mixing with her juices.
Luna laughed weakly. “Shit. We gotta wash these.”
Derek collapsed beside her, chest heaving. “Later. Oven’s probably burning the pizza.”
She snorted. “You ordered pizza?”
“Before you got home.” He reached over, smacked her ass lightly. “Go check it. I’m not moving yet.”
Luna groaned, rolling off the bed. Cum trickled down her thigh as she stood. She tugged her skirt down—pointless now—and waddled toward the kitchen in just that and socks.
The timer beeped. She opened the oven, smoke wafting out. “Burnt to hell.”
Derek called from the bedroom. “Worth it.”
She smiled to herself, pussy still throbbing. Yeah. Totally worth it.