**Against the Wall – A Night in the Old Factory**

Becky and I had been flirting for months, but tonight was different. We’d snuck out to explore the abandoned factory on the edge of town, and the second the rusty door creaked shut behind us, the tension between us snapped. The place smelled like dust and old metal, the dim moonlight barely cutting through the grimy windows. But all I could focus on was Becky—her long blue hair catching what little light there was, her tight jeans hugging her perfect ass as she led me deeper into the shadows.

She turned to grin at me, her teeth flashing in the dark. “You’re staring,” she teased, swaying her hips deliberately as she walked backward.

“Hard not to,” I admitted, closing the distance between us. My hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against me. I could already feel my cock stiffening in my jeans.

Becky pressed her ass into my crotch, rolling her hips in slow circles. “Mmm, someone’s excited.”

I didn’t answer—just spun her around and pinned her against the rough concrete wall. She gasped, her blue hair splaying out as her head tipped back. I crashed my mouth onto hers, our tongues tangling, her taste sweet and electric. She moaned into the kiss, her hands scrambling at my shirt, tugging it up. I broke away just long enough to yank it over my head before slamming back into her.

My hands roamed her body—her tits first, full and firm under her thin tank top. I squeezed them hard, loving the way her breath hitched. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I growled against her neck, biting down just enough to make her whimper.

Becky arched into my touch. “Stop talking and just *take* me,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need.

That was all the invitation I needed. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it up over her head, leaving her in just a lacy black bra. My mouth found her nipples through the fabric, sucking hard until she was gasping and writhing against the wall. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me there as I teased her.

But I wanted more. My hands moved to her jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. She lifted her hips, letting me yank them down to her thighs. No panties—just smooth, toned skin leading down to her pussy, already glistening in the faint light.

“Fuck, Becky,” I groaned, running my fingers through her slick folds. She was *so* wet, her clit swollen under my thumb as I circled it.

She jerked against my hand, a strangled moan escaping her lips. “Jesus, *yes*—don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I watched her face as I slid two fingers inside her, her tight cunt gripping me instantly. “You feel amazing,” I muttered, thrusting my fingers in and out, curling them just right to make her cry out.

Becky’s thighs trembled, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I need your cock,” she begged, her voice wrecked. “*Now*.”

I pulled my fingers out, licking them clean before unbuckling my jeans. My cock sprang free, already leaking precum. I pressed the tip against her entrance, teasing her for just a second before slamming into her in one rough thrust.

She screamed, her back arching off the wall as I buried myself inside her. “Holy *fuck*,” she gasped, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. The second she relaxed, I pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, setting a brutal pace. The slapping sounds of our bodies filled the empty factory, mixed with Becky’s wrecked moans and my own grunts.

I grabbed her thigh, hitching it up over my hip to go even deeper. “You take me so fucking good,” I growled, pinning her harder against the wall.

Becky’s tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I leaned down to bite one, making her shriek in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at my back.

“Then cum,” I ordered, picking up speed. “Cum on my cock like a good girl.”

Her whole body tensed, her pussy spasming around me as she came hard, her cries echoing off the walls. The way she clenched and fluttered pushed me over the edge too—my hips stuttered, and I buried myself as deep as I could, filling her up as I groaned through my own release.

For a second, all we could do was pant against each other, still locked together. Then Becky leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “We should do this again sometime.”

I grinned. “Oh, we fucking will.”