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Look, bestie, I'm not gonna lie — my heart did this weird little stutter when he said that. After all that "cheap slut" talk, he wants to kiss me? I was so fucking confused, but also... weirdly turned on. The way he said it, all low and hesitant? Ugh, my pussy actually clenched. No cap.

So I just went for it. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him into the shadow of the alley, and slammed my lips against his. It was messy AF at first — our teeth clacked, my cheap lipstick smeared everywhere. But then his hands came up to cup my face, and he kissed me back, hard. Like, he was trying to swallow me whole. I could taste the mint on his tongue and something else, something just... him.

I moaned right into his mouth, my hands fumbling for his belt. I got his jeans open and wrapped my fingers around his cock. OMG, sheesh, he was so hard — thick and hot in my palm. I started stroking him, slow at first, then faster, our tongues still fighting. He broke the kiss, gasping, "Fuck, you're such a good kisser for a..." He trailed off, but I knew what he meant.

"Just shut up and fuck me," I whispered, my voice all raspy. I turned around, pressed my tits against the cold brick wall, and pushed my skirt up. I was so wet, my cunt was practically begging for it. I reached back and guided the head of his dick right to my entrance. "C'mon, do it. Claim your cheap slut."

He didn't need telling twice. He gripped my hips and shoved himself inside me in one rough, deep stroke. I screamed — a loud, ragged sound that echoed in the alley. It hurt so good, filling me up completely. "That's it," I panted, my cheek against the rough wall. "Use me. Just like all the others." And he did, pounding into me from behind, each thrust making my whole body shake. I was so close already, the friction against my clit was insane. I was gonna cum, and I didn't even care that he didn't know my name.