You call after him

Something inside you wants this to continue. Before he can take two steps, you crawl forward on your knees, voice hoarse and ****.

“Wait..."

He stops and looks back, surprised. You look up at him with glassy eyes, cum still glistening on your chin.

“Don’t go yet,” you whisper.

He raises an eyebrow and gestures to himself in a display of genuine surprise. You nod, crawling closer until you’re right at his feet. Your voice comes out small and needy: “Please… fuck me."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

He pulls you up, spins you around, and slams you face-first against the brick wall. Before you can catch your breath, he kicks your legs apart and drives his thick cock deep into your dripping pussy in one rough thrust.

You moan shamelessly.

He grips your hips and starts pounding you fast and hard. The sound of wet skin echoes.

“Fuck me deeper!” you beg, pushing back onto him. “Don’t stop— fill me up!” He growls and slams into you even harder. Within moments, he buries himself to the shaft and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts. He pulls out, slaps your ass, and laughs.

“You're a proper whore, you know that?”

You know that well.

A strange realisation settles in. You just willingly fucked a random thug in the middle of an alley, without any contraceptives or regard for safety whatsoever.

His cum is deep inside you, possibly already seeking your womb. One careless night in a filthy alley could leave you carrying this thug’s child. Your hand trembles as you press it gently against your lower belly, imagining the potential for life and other things.

The man laughs and leaves. Having had his fill of the fun.