365 Days Of Desire

Please, don’t stop—wreck my p***y!

Night 1: The Stranger's Grip

He slammed into me in one savage thrust, burying his c**k balls-deep in my dripping cunt. The stretch was obscene—my walls forced wide open around his massive girth, every thick vein dragging along my inner walls like he was carving his claim into me. I screamed, the sound raw and desperate, ripping from my throat as he bottomed out against my cervix with a wet, heavy slap. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, holding still for one torturous second so I could feel every thick inch pulsing inside me, throbbing like a heartbeat against my G-spot. “So f*****g tight. So goddamn wet. This cunt was made for ruining, wasn’t it? Say it, you greedy little whore.”

“Yes—f**k—my cunt was made for you to ruin!” I gasped, my voice cracking already, hips twitching helplessly around the brutal fullness. The brick wall bit into my t**s, scraping my hard n*****s raw as I arched back into him like a b***h in heat. My mind was a whirlwind of filth: *I’m getting f****d by a stranger in an alley like a cheap w***e and I love it. God, I’m so soaked I’m dripping down my legs.*

Then he started moving—hard, punishing strokes that lifted me onto my tiptoes with every brutal thrust. His hips slammed into my ass with loud, wet smacks that echoed off the walls, his heavy balls slapping my c**t over and over. My moans turned into shameless, w***e-like cries that bounced down the dark alley. “Oh god—yes—harder—f**k me like a slut! Please, don’t stop—wreck my p***y!”

He laughed darkly, low and cruel, tightening his grip on my throat from behind until stars exploded behind my eyes and my breath came in desperate little wheezes. “That’s it. Scream for it, you filthy b***h. Let the whole f*****g city hear what a c**k-hungry cumdump you are.” His free hand snaked around to maul my c**t, rubbing rough, relentless circles that made my knees buckle. Every time he bottomed out, his fingers pinched and twisted my swollen nub, sending electric shocks straight to my core. My p***y clenched and fluttered wildly, juices squirting down my thighs in messy, shameful streams with every deep plunge, soaking his jeans and puddling on the dirty pavement.

I came hard and without warning—my whole body convulsing like I’d been electrocuted, walls milking his thick shaft like a velvet fist trying to suck him dry. “I’m cumming—f**k—I’m cumming on your c**k! Oh s**t—yes—don’t stop—fill me!” My squirt gushed out around him in powerful jets, splashing his balls and the front of his jeans, dripping all the way to my heels. He didn’t slow down for a second. If anything, he f****d me harder, chasing my orgasm with brutal snaps of his hips, growling like an animal in my ear.

“Good girl. Milk me, you filthy b***h. Squeeze that sloppy cunt around my dick.” He released my throat only to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so hard my scalp burned. He growled hot and wet against my ear, teeth grazing my lobe. “You’re gonna c*m again before I fill this sloppy hole. I want to feel this greedy cunt squeeze every last drop out of me while you beg like the desperate cumrag you are.”

He shifted angles, pounding upward now, the fat head of his c**k dragging perfectly along my front wall with every vicious stroke, battering my G-spot until my eyes rolled back. My second orgasm built fast, a coiling, burning heat in my belly that made my thighs shake. I pushed back against him desperately, my ass jiggling and rippling with every savage impact, begging shamelessly between broken moans. “Don’t stop—please—ruin my p***y—fill me up—I need your c*m! I’m your dirty little cumslut—use me—breed me—please, c*m inside me like a w***e!”

“Beg louder, slut,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard—once, twice, three times—the sharp cracks echoing louder than my cries. Each slap left a stinging red handprint that only made me wetter. “Tell me exactly what you are. Loud enough for the whole f*****g block to hear.”

“I’m your dirty little cumslut! Use me—breed me—please, c*m inside me and knock me up like the filthy alley w***e I am!” I wailed, voice hoarse and cracking.

That pushed me over the edge again. My third climax ripped through me like lightning, my p***y gushing so hard it splashed onto the pavement below in noisy splatters. My legs shook violently, toes curling in my heels, but he held me up by my hair and throat, f*****g me through it with savage, animal grunts. “That’s it—squeeze my c**k—f**k yes—take it all, you squirting little fucktoy!”

He buried himself to the hilt one final time and roared, thick ropes of hot c*m erupting deep inside me. Pulse after pulse flooded my womb, so much that it overflowed immediately, leaking out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets that mixed with my squirt and ran down my thighs in obscene, sticky trails. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, stirring the messy load inside me with wet, filthy squelching sounds, grinding his hips in slow circles to make sure every drop stayed deep. “Feel that? That’s my c*m painting your insides, slut. You’re gonna leak me for days.”

When he finally pulled out with a lewd pop, his c**k was glistening with our combined juices—thick strings of c*m and squirt stretching between us—still half-hard and twitching like it wasn’t done with me yet. He spun me around roughly, shoving me down to my knees on the dirty alley ground. Gravel bit into my skin, but I didn’t care. “Clean it, w***e. Taste what a good f**k you are. Suck every drop of your messy cunt juice off my dick.”