Max gets absolutely destroyed

“For fuck’s sake!” Sketchy suddenly snapped. With no further warning, he suddenly pulled his cock out of her, causing her to gasp at the unexpected void in her pussy. Once again, her mind didn’t manage to catch up in time as he grabbed her by the collar of her leather jacket and unceremoniously shoved her over towards her motor bike.

“Aah!” This time, her cry was one of shock as she staggered and nearly faceplanted onto the dirty alley floor. She only barely managed to catch herself by grabbing a hold of her Kawasaki, nearly toppling the parked bike over with her.

“What the-“ her head whipped around to glare at Sketchy for the disrespect and she would have stood up straight, but Sketchy was already on her. One hand between her shoulder blades decidedly slammed her back down across the seat of her precious vehicle, causing her to grunt. She hissed with indignation as his other hand reached between her legs and grabbed her bunched-up, pink panties.

They tore easily.

“Wha-mmph!”

She didn’t even get to protest as a balled-up piece of pink cotton was decisively jammed between her lips and forced into her mouth, cutting off any further words. The disrespect was topped off with a smirk and one extended forefinger, that emphatically pushed the makeshift gag deeper.

“Shut up, Max!”

Her pussy literally twitched at the condescension. Nostrils flaring, she kept eye contact, but was left too stunned by how much this turned her on to do anything else. She gaped up at Sketchy with adoring eyes as he grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it around his fingers, then gave her a sharp yank.

Her grunt was muffled by the ruined pair of underwear between her teeth as Sketchy wrenched her head up and back, effortlessly making her arch her back. Not wasting another second, he stepped behind her, grabbed his cock and thrust it back into her buttery pussy, jamming it balls-deep on the first thrust. Max moaned into her shredded panties as Sketchy picked back up where he had left off, immediately fucking her hard and fast. With one hand entangled in her hair, she felt completely controlled and at his mercy as she was bent over her bike and fucked. His other hand altered between groping her buttocks and delivering sharp, whipping smacks.

Getting pounded like this, sprawled over her precious motorbike as she clung on to the fuel tank was like she was in some dirty fantasy. It was twisted and raunchy, but it felt amazing. Her ass was burning with the sting of getting spanked and her clit was buzzing as with every thrust, Sketchy’s big, swinging scrotum slapped right against it. The fact that she tasted her own heat-driven pheromones on the pair of panties he had shoved into her mouth was the cherry on top.

“Mph-mph-mph-mph-mph!” She cried. Sketchy was clearly ramping up his efforts now, not holding anything back. The power he was pounding her with shook the bike below her, threatening to topple it and instead of standing up to protect her precious baby she arched her spine even more, offering her pussy up as best she could.

“Fuck, you hot, little bitch!” Sketchy cursed, sweating from the effort. Fist tightly-wound in her curls, he suddenly forced her down, slamming her bare upper body down across the Kawasaki’s leather seat.

Gasping, Max’ arms wrapped around the fuel tank and she held on for dear life, screaming bloody murder into her spit-soaked gag. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, barely seeing the shoddy brick wall that was a foot away from the tip of her nose. She howled as two more of Sketchy’s wicked spanks rippled through the meat of her butt, then let out a drawn-out mewl when she felt him grab her right buttock and gruffly pulled it to the side. Despite everything that was going on she was completely aware of being spread open and exposed in the most lecherous of ways.

She felt a little surge of panic among all the other sensations going on as the pad of Sketchy’s thumb pushed up against her tight, little asshole. She never did anal and even in heat she was usually still with it enough to shut that kind of approach down, but right now, Sketchy had her on the proverbial ropes and she had no way to stop him.

“Hwaahh!” Not even the makeshift gag stopped her cry as Sketchy’s thumb forced his way past her sphincter. He was rough, unrelenting and she didn’t stand a chance as his thick digit stretched her tender ring open and drilled deep into her virgin ass.

“Fucking hell, Max!” Sketchy gasped behind her as he continued to rail into her pussy, all while keeping his thumb jammed up her ass past the first knuckle. Her vision began to swim as it all was beginning to overload her brain. She was about to cum and from the sound of his voice and the rising urgency of his movements, the only question left was whether she would get there first.

She did.

It wasn’t exactly the finger up her ass that set her off, but rather the thought of how humiliating it would be that this was what would send her over. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, Max’ frame was grabbed by a wave of pleasure. Her entire body was swept away as every nerve in her body fired at the same time. The initial hit of the climax caused her muscles to clench so abruptly that her fingertips dug ten small dents into the polished fuel tank and she lurched forward. Merciless as ever, Sketchy followed her movement and continued his assault, driving his thumb deeper into her clenching ass while fucking her with bone-shaking thrusts, all of which only intensified her release.

“Gwwaah!” Air was forced out of her already empty lungs as she was hit with a sudden, powerful tremor, her entire body jerking forwards and almost toppling the bike. For a brief moment, her mind completely focused on Sketchy’s thumb, which he slowly, but steadily drove deeper into her ass, something that seemed to trigger a powerful clenching of her pussy.