**The Streets of Mexico**

I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this—hot, sticky nights in the back alleys of Mexico City, where the neon lights flicker and the air smells like tequila and sweat. That’s where I saw her for the first time—Carolina. She was dressed in a tight red dress that clung to her curves, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she stumbled a little in those high heels. Drunk. Vulnerable. **Mine.**

I followed her, my pulse hammering in my throat as she turned down a narrow alley, the shadows swallowing her whole. My dick was already hard, pressing against my jeans just imagining what I was about to do. She didn’t hear me at first, too busy fumbling with her purse, until I grabbed her wrist and shoved her against the wall.

“What the fuck—!” she gasped, eyes wide with panic, but I covered her mouth with my hand before she could scream.

“Shut up,” I growled, pressing my body against hers so she could feel just how fucking hard I was. “You knew what you were doing, walking alone like this.”

She struggled, her hips twisting, but that only made my cock throb harder. I grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up, my fingers digging into her thigh. Her pussy was already warm under my touch, the thin fabric of her panties damp. I groaned, rubbing my palm over her cunt, feeling her jerk against me.

“No—stop!” she whimpered, but I tore her panties aside and shoved two fingers into her tight little hole.

She was so fucking wet.

“You like this, don’t you?” I hissed, curling my fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. “Your pussy’s dripping for me, Carolina.”

She let out a choked moan, her body betraying her as her hips bucked against my hand. I didn’t give her time to think—I unzipped my jeans and freed my cock, slapping it against her thighs before pressing the fat head between her lips.

“Open,” I ordered, gripping her hair and forcing her mouth onto me.

She gagged as I shoved my dick down her throat, her lips stretched tight around me. Saliva dripped down her chin as I fucked her face, each thrust making her choke.

“That’s it, take it like a good little slut,” I growled, watching tears spill from her eyes.

When I finally pulled out, she gasped for air, her lips swollen and wet. I didn’t give her a chance to recover—I spun her around, bending her over against the wall, and hiked her dress up around her waist.

“Please—don’t—” she sobbed, but I didn’t care.

I spit on my cock and lined it up with her tight little hole, then shoved inside her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed, her cunt clamping around me like a fucking vice.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I groaned, gripping her hips and pounding into her. Her ass jiggled with every slam of my hips, her pussy so tight and hot I couldn’t think straight.

“You feel that?” I snarled, pulling her hair to arch her back. “This is what you wanted.”

She whimpered, but I could feel her body responding—her cunt getting wetter, her moans slipping out between ragged breaths. I reached around and pinched her clit, making her cry out.

“Come for me,” I demanded, fucking her harder.

And she did—her whole body shaking as her pussy clenched around my cock, soaking me in her juices.

I didn’t stop. I kept slamming into her, chasing my own release until my balls tightened and I came deep inside her, filling her up with thick, hot spurts.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed against the wall, trembling, her dress ruined, her thighs glistening with sweat and cum.

I tucked myself back into my jeans, running a hand through her hair before whispering in her ear—

“Next time, don’t walk alone at night.”

Then I left her there—breathless, used, and fucking perfect.