They left the bar and she was already dying to get fucked

She stumbled outta the bar, heels clickin’, skirt hitched high, breath hot with tequila and lust. No games. No words. Just a hand on her ass, yankin’ her into the alley—her pussy already drippin’, moanin’ for that vergota. He shoved her against the brick, yanked her panties down, and drove in hard. She screamed, ‘Yeah, fuck me raw!’—legs tremblin’, tits bouncin’, takin’ every inch like she was born to ride it. No mercy. Just sweat, slap, and the wet smack of her panocha gettin’ claimed.