So, this is one of those nights I don’t think I’ll forget anytime soon. I can still feel my heart pounding just thinking about it. It wasn’t my first time sneaking out to that particular alley – you know, the one with the narrow little hideaways that have become sort of a secret, shared space for people like me. People looking to satisfy… well, urges.

Tonight was different though. There was something inside me that felt like it was on fire, burning through me with this insane mix of excitement and a kind of raw, primal need I couldn’t ignore. I needed it badly – and I wasn’t going to stop until I had it. Everything felt heightened, like my senses were in overdrive. Maybe it was the dim streetlight casting long, eerie shadows, or the sound of my own breath echoing in the stillness. Either way, I was completely caught up in the moment.

I found myself pressed against the cold brick of the alley wall, trying to calm my racing heart. The rough surface felt oddly grounding against my fingertips, even as I tried to catch my breath. This was it – the moment of decision. There’s always this little second of hesitation, you know? But then, like flipping a switch, I slid the hidden door open and squeezed myself into the small, dark space on the other side.

It’s cramped in there, barely big enough to fit, and the plywood walls press against your skin like they’re closing in on you. The air inside is heavy with the scent of sweat and something else – something primal that only makes the anticipation build. I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying to steady my nerves. It didn’t help. My heart was still racing like crazy. But I wasn’t backing out. I couldn’t.

Then I saw it – the slit in the wall, just wide enough to make my intentions clear. And I knew this was what I came for.

“Ready?” a voice asked. Deep, rough, with just the right amount of confidence to make me shiver.

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. It sounded shaky, even to me. But that only added to the thrill.

It started quickly. There was no pretense, no build-up, just the hard, urgent press of him against the narrow gap. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I guided him inside me. I felt myself stretch around him, the sensation intense but familiar in all the right ways. His pace was rough from the start, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body that I could barely contain.

It was overwhelming in the best way possible. His cock filled me completely, hitting deep spots that made my legs shake and my moans escape before I could stop them. God, it was good. The whole experience was this dizzying mix of control and surrender – I could stop it, but I didn’t want to. I needed this more than anything else at that moment.

I can’t remember exactly how long we went at it, only that it felt like every thrust was driving me closer to the edge. He was grunting, his voice low and strained, telling me how wet and tight I was. I could barely think straight, let alone respond. All I knew was that I wanted more.

At some point, I reached down and guided him out of me. His cock was slick and hard in my hand, and for a second, I felt like I had all the power in the world. I took him into my mouth, sucking him deep and savoring the taste. There was something about the way his hips bucked, the way he groaned, that made me feel wild and reckless. But I couldn’t linger on it for long – I needed to feel him inside me again.

Without missing a beat, I shifted, guiding him to my ass. The initial sting was sharp, but I was too far gone to care. All I wanted was the fullness, the stretch, the way it made me feel like I was on the verge of losing control. He didn’t hold back either, his thrusts quick and deep. It wasn’t long before I felt him pulse inside me, the hot rush of his cum filling me completely.

As he pulled out, I slumped against the wall, completely spent but still craving more. My mind was a blur, my body humming with residual pleasure, but I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

I wiped away some of the cum still trickling down my legs, feeling its warmth between my fingers. I brought it to my lips, tasting him, letting the saltiness linger on my tongue. It was like a jolt of electricity to my system, reigniting that deep, insatiable need.

Before I knew it, I was moving toward the next hole, my body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. My breath hitched as I knelt in front of it, waiting. The air was thick, charged with something almost electric. I pressed my ear against the wall, listening for movement. And there it was – the sound of footsteps, the heavy thud of someone stepping closer.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but filled with desperation.

I felt the warmth of him before I saw it – his cock pressing through the small opening, thick and ready. My hand moved on its own, wrapping around him, guiding him to my mouth. The moment his head touched my lips, I moaned, pulling him deeper, letting the heat of him fill me completely.

He didn’t hesitate either, thrusting into my mouth with steady, deliberate movements. I could feel him stretching me, pushing me to my limits, but I wanted it – every inch, every thrust. His cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, but that only made me want more.

My hands gripped his thighs, holding on as he fucked my mouth, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. It was so raw, so intense, that I could barely keep up with it. But I didn’t want him to stop.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled. “Suck my cock, you dirty slut.”

His words hit me like a drug, making my whole body burn with desire. I pulled back, my lips wet and swollen, and spun around, offering myself to him completely.

“Please,” I begged, “I need you inside me. I need your cum. Please, fill me up.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

By the time I was done, I had been filled twice, exhausted but still aching for more. Each moment was a blur of sensation, of pleasure and surrender, and by the end, I knew I’d go back for more. It’s like a craving I can’t shake – and in that dark alley, I found the satisfaction I was so desperately seeking.

I don’t know when I’ll go back, but I know I will. Because that feeling – of being utterly, completely consumed – is something I can’t resist.

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