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Okay, so full tea? My heart was absolutely pounding. The way he called me that cheap slut… it was like a jolt straight to my pussy, no cap. 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.

He groaned, his hips bucking into my fist. “Fuck, yes,” he grunted, his mouth finding my neck, biting just hard enough to make me gasp. “You feel that? You make me so hard, you fucking skank.” His words were filthy, and they went right to my clit. I guided his hand under my skirt, no panties, because of course I wasn’t wearing any. His fingers slid right through my wetness, and I moaned, loud and shameless against the brick. “See?” I panted, guiding one thick finger inside me. “I’m dripping for you. Now beg for my ass, or you’re not getting it.” Sheesh. The power trip was iconic.