**Exposing Batool**

I’d known Batool for years—always the quiet one, the girl who dressed modestly but had those fucking *eyes*, dark and knowing, like she had a secret. Everyone thought she was innocent, but I knew better. I’d caught her once, in the back of a party, letting some guy grope her under her skirt while she gasped into his mouth. That’s when I realized: Batool was a fucking *whore*.

And tonight, I was going to expose her.

The setup was easy. A small get-together at my place, just close friends and a few drinks. Batool showed up in that tight little dress she always wore when she wanted attention—black, clinging to her curves, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease. She laughed too loud, her fingers lingering on arms, her hips swaying as she walked. I watched her, knowing exactly what was coming.

I pulled her aside while the others were distracted, dragging her into my bedroom under the pretense of grabbing another bottle. The second the door clicked shut, I had her pinned against it, my body pressing into hers.

“I know what you are,” I growled into her ear, my hand slipping under her dress, fingers gliding up her thigh. She didn’t resist—just bit her lip, her breath hitching as my fingers found the wet heat of her pussy through her panties. “Fuck, you’re already soaked.”

Batool moaned, her hips rolling against my hand. “I can’t help it,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You—you *know* things about me.”

I smirked and tore her panties to the side, plunging two fingers into her tight little cunt without warning. She cried out, her nails digging into my arms as I fucked her with my fingers, curling them just right to make her gasp. “That’s it, whore,” I muttered. “Take my fingers like you take every other cock that wants you.”

She was so wet my fingers slid in and out easily, her pussy clenching around them, begging for more. I pulled my hand free, watching her juices glisten in the dim light before smearing them over her lips. She sucked my fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them, her eyes locked on mine—daring me to do worse.

So I did.

I spun her around, shoving her face-first into the bed, hiking her dress up around her waist. Her ass was perfect—round, firm, begging to be marked. I landed a sharp slap across her cheek, making her yelp before groaning into the sheets.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, rubbing my cock through my jeans, already rock-hard. “You like being exposed, being used.”

Batool arched her back, pushing her ass higher. “Please,” she whimpered. “*Fuck* me.”

I didn’t waste time. I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock, thick and aching. I dragged the tip through her slick folds, teasing her before slamming all the way inside in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her back arching, her pussy clenching around me like a vise.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I started fucking her hard, each snap of my hips making her squeal. The sounds were filthy—the slap of skin, her moans, the wet squelch of her cunt taking my cock.

I leaned over her, my hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. “Open your eyes,” I ordered, forcing her to look at the mirror across from the bed. “Watch yourself get fucked, whore.”

Batool’s eyes widened, her lips parting as she watched me pound into her, my cock disappearing inside her dripping pussy again and again. She moaned, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her hands gripping the sheets.

“You see that?” I hissed, slamming into her harder. “That’s you—spread open, taking cock like a fucking slut. Everyone’s going to know now.”

Batool came with a broken cry, her body shaking, her cunt squeezing me so tight I couldn’t hold back. With a groan, I buried myself deep and pumped her full, my cock throbbing as I emptied myself inside her.

When I pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, panting, her pussy still twitching. I smirked and wiped my cock on her thigh before leaning down to whisper in her ear:

“Now everyone’s going to know *exactly* what you are.”