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Okay, so full tea? The second he said that, something in me just… snapped. In the best way. My heart was hammering against my ribs, and I felt this insane rush, like main character energy but for the dirtiest movie ever. The way he looked at me—all disgust and desire mixed together—sheesh. It was iconic.

I didn’t even hesitate. I yanked him deeper into the alley, the shadows swallowing us whole. My back hit the cold brick, and I pulled his mouth to mine. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, brutal and perfect. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach through his jeans, and I was literally dripping, my cheap lace panties soaked.

I broke the kiss, gasping. “You wanna kiss this cheap slut?” I hissed, my voice wrecked. My hand dove into his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick. It was so hot and thick in my palm. I squeezed, just like he wanted, and felt him throb. “Yeah, I take it in the ass,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “But that’s extra. And you’re gonna have to fucking beg for it.” I started stroking him, my grip tight and fast, my thumb smearing the pre-cum over his tip. The sounds were so explicit—my skin against his, his ragged groans. “This what you wanted?” I panted, my own pussy clenching around nothing. “To get your dick jerked by a three-hundred-body-count whore?” It was the most toxic, empowering vibe of my life, and I was here for every second of it. No cap.