Beaver Hunt #5 - Part 5

Check this out – she's drop-dead gorgeous, long legs that go on forever, and those lips? Made for trouble. Our eyes lock in the noisy bar, and bam, instant chemistry. I slide up next to her, grinning like I know exactly what she's thinking. 'Hey, stranger, you look like you could use some fun,' I say, voice low and teasing. She bites her lip, leans in close, her breath hot against my ear. We don't waste time on chit-chat. Minutes later, we're in a dimly lit alley behind the joint, her back pressed against the brick wall, my hands already yanking up her skirt. She's soaking through her panties, and damn, it turns me on. I hook fingers in that lace and rip 'em down, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening and ready. She grabs my belt, fumbles it open, hauls out my throbbing cock – rock hard for her. No bullshit foreplay; she guides me right to her entrance, and I thrust in deep. Tight, wet, perfect. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, legs wrapping around my waist. I pound her hard and fast, each slam echoing off the walls, her moans mixing with the distant city buzz. Fuck, she clenches around me like a vice, milking every inch. I spin her around, bend her over a trash bin – yeah, we're that desperate – and take her from behind. My hips smack her ass, balls slapping against her. She's pushing back, begging for more, her tits bouncing free from that tight top. Sweat drips, hearts race, and when she comes, it's explosive, walls pulsing around my dick. Can't hold back then; I pull out and shoot ropes of cum all over her perfect cheeks, marking my territory. We catch our breath, smirking, already plotting round two.