Quenching Monica's Thirst

"Let's see if those lips are good for more than just talking." The man said as he leaned up against the wall of the alleyway.

Monica was on her knees before she even knew it. Her inhibitions had finally vanished, and she was no longer able to fight the thoughts that had been in her mind all day.

The man unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and Monica took it all into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed as she sucked his cock eagerly.

"Damn, you are a thirsty girl!" The man exclaimed, he ran his hands through her hair, and gently pushed her head forward onto his cock, her nose touching his pelvis. "I'm glad I ran into you tonight."

Monica didn't respond, she just let her mind melt as her face was fucked. She loved the feeling of being used and having her mouth as a pleasure toy for this random guy.

"Damn, that's good." The man kept pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. "I can tell you're new at this, but you're doing a damn fine job."

She couldn't respond, but her mind was filled with delight and arousal, her panties were soaking wet, and her body was on fire.

"Damn, I can't take anymore, I'm gonna blow my load down your throat, bitch." The man grunted.

Monica had no say in the matter, as his grip tightened and his cock throbbed in her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" The man exclaimed as his cum flooded her mouth, and he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed it all and savored the taste.

He released his grip, and pulled his cock out of her mouth, and Monica sat there, eyes still closed. She had a satisfied smile on her face, and her lips were swollen. She had a bit of cum dribbling down her chin, and her tongue hungrily lapped it up.

"Fuck, that was great." The man zipped his pants back up and walked away, leaving Monica sitting in the alleyway, cum running down her chin.