Check on her.

Gemma is pressed against the far wall, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s not looking at him. She’s looking at you. Her lips are parted, her fingers twist in the fabric of her skirt, her thighs pressed together like she’s trying to contain something. There’s something in her gaze, something dark, something hungry, an excitement and an arousal from the violence she's just witnessed. You step over Jeremy, your hand gripping Gemma’s chin, forcing her to look at you. Her fingers brush against the blood on your split knuckles. Then, without a word, she drops to her knees in front of you, her hands already working at your belt.

Jeremy groans, trying to push himself up, but he’s too weak, too dazed. He can only watch as Gemma frees your cock, her tongue darting out to lick the tip before she takes you into her mouth. The wet, sloppy sounds of her lips working around you fill the alley, mingling with Jeremy’s ragged breathing. You tangle your fingers in her hair, guiding her deeper. She obeys, her throat working around you as she swallows you whole. Jeremy tries to look away, but he can’t. He’s forced to watch as Gemma worships you on her knees.

You don’t last long. With a satisfied groan, you grip her hair tighter, holding her in place as you explode down her throat. She swallows around you, her throat pulsing as she takes every last drop, but it’s too much, too fast. Your cum leaks out of her mouth, dripping down her chin, her neck, and her chest, staining the front of her dress. She pulls off with a wet pop, her chin glistening. She licks her lips as she swallows the last of you, her fingers tracing the mess on her front before scooping up the cum from her skin and licking her fingers clean.

By now, she's soaking - her panties ruined, her thighs slick with her juices. She stares at you in anticipation. The alleyway is silent except for the sound of her heavy, expectant breathing, the distant groans of her ex a forgotten echo.