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Okay, so full tea? My heart was absolutely pounding. The way he called me that… it was like a jolt straight to my pussy, no cap. I was low-key shook, but also high-key wet. The disrespect was just… spicy. In a fucked up way, it turned me on so much.

I didn’t say a word. Just grabbed his dick through his boxers—it was already so hard and thick—and yanked him into the dark alley. My back hit the brick wall, and I pulled his face to mine. “You wanna kiss this cheap slut?” I whispered against his lips, my voice all shaky. Then I kissed him, deep and dirty, my tongue sliding into his mouth. I could taste the beer on his breath.

My other hand was already down his pants, my fingers wrapping tight around his cock. I squeezed, hard, just like he asked, feeling his whole body tense against me. I broke the kiss, panting. “Yeah, I take it in the ass,” I breathed right into his ear. “But that’s extra. And you’re gonna have to beg for it, you judgmental fuck.” I started stroking him, my grip firm and fast, my thumb swiping over the leaking tip. “This what you wanted? To get your dick jerked by a whore in an alley?” I was so turned on, my own cunt was aching, begging for something. The vibe was so toxic and so, so hot. Period.