Sketchy Sex – Deeper
0The dim alley reeked of piss and old rain as the stranger shoved you face-first against the brick wall. His rough hand yanked your pants down in one jerk, exposing your bare ass to the cold night air. He spat once, rubbed the thick head of his cock against your hole, and drove straight in without warning.
You grunted as that fat shaft split you open, stretching your ring wide around every veiny inch. He didn’t pause—just slammed his hips forward until his balls slapped your skin. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed between the buildings while he fucked you hard and fast, each thrust punching deeper than the last.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. His cock dragged along your inner walls with every pull, then rammed back in, bottoming out against your prostate. Precum and spit leaked down your thighs as he used your hole like a cheap fucktoy.
He reached around and wrapped his fist around your own throbbing dick, stroking it in time with his brutal thrusts. Your hole clenched around him involuntarily, milking that thick meat as he pounded you faster. The stranger leaned in, biting your shoulder through your shirt while his cock swelled inside you.
“Gonna fill this ass,” he warned, voice low and filthy. His pace turned savage—short, vicious jabs that made your whole body jolt against the wall. You felt his cock pulse, then hot jets of cum flooded your guts, thick and heavy, overflowing around his shaft as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he ground his hips, pushing every drop deeper while his hand kept working your cock. When he finally slid free, a thick strand of cum followed, dripping from your stretched hole down your leg. He wiped his cock on your ass cheek, zipped up, and left you there panting, leaking, and still hard against the bricks.
