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Even after that wild moment in the alley, my desire didn’t fade — it only got stronger. As I tried to straighten my skirt and walk away, he grabbed my hand, his grip firm but electrifying. “I’m not done with you,” he said, his voice low and filled with heat. I didn’t resist. I wanted more, needed more, and the way he looked at me made it impossible to say no.
He led me to his car parked a few feet away, opening the door and motioning for me to lean back against the seat. As soon as I did, he pressed himself against me, his lips crashing into mine, his hands roaming my body with urgency. His mouth moved to my neck, biting and sucking as his hands slid under my skirt, gripping my thighs. The cool night air brushing against my bare skin only heightened everything.
He dropped to his knees, lifting my skirt higher, his tongue running along my inner thighs, teasing me until I was squirming against him. When his mouth finally found my wetness, I moaned loudly, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He licked and sucked like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue flicking over my clit in perfect rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I was already trembling, my body on fire, but he wasn’t done. He stood up, pulling me out of the car slightly, turning me around so I was bent over the seat. I felt him position himself behind me, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance before he thrust into me in one hard motion. I gasped, gripping the edge of the seat as he filled me…
