“Filthy slut,” he growled. “Look at you. Dripping and moaning in a dark alley. Do you think I’m done with you?” Still catching my breath, leaning heavily against the wall, I tried to shake my head but his grip wouldn’t let me. “No, sir. No...I know...you’re not done…” “Damn right I’m not,” he released his hold on me, only to slap his palm against my cheek and grip my hair instead. “I’m going to make you cum until you can’t stand, and then I’m going to fuck your limp, overstimulated body until you’re all used up. Understand?”
