Dripping with Stranger Cum

She knew she was a dirty little slut the second he pinned her against the cold brick wall. No names. No words. Just his strong hand wrapping around her throat while the other yanked her soaked panties aside and shoved two thick fingers straight into her greedy cunt. “Fuck… you’re dripping down my wrist already,” he snarled, pumping them deep and fast, curling hard against her G-spot until her knees buckled and her juices ran shamelessly down her thighs. She dropped like the cock-hungry whore she was, knees scraping the dirty alley floor as she ripped his jeans open. His heavy, veined cock slapped her face, thick and throbbing. She didn’t hesitate — she swallowed him to the balls, gagging loudly while spit poured from her stretched lips. He grabbed her hair and fucked her throat raw, balls slapping her chin, using her face like a cheap fucktoy. When he finally pulled out, strings of spit connected her gasping mouth to his glistening dick. He spun her around, bent her over, and rammed every inch into her tight, pulsing pussy in one savage thrust. The wet slapping sounds echoed as he destroyed her — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made her scream and cream all over his cock. His fingers dug into her hips while he growled the nastiest shit in her ear: “Take this dick, you filthy cumslut. Gonna flood this whore cunt until it’s leaking for days.” She came violently, pussy squirting down her legs, walls clamping around him like a vice. He roared and buried himself to the hilt, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her until it overflowed and dripped down her trembling thighs. He pulled out, slapped her ass red, and left her there — bent over, dress around her waist, cum running out of her ruined hole like the nasty back-alley whore she was.