Somewhere between the graffiti and the flickering neon, power shifts fast. She’s got that hood pulled low like she’s hiding from something—but not from him. One second she’s crouching there all innocent-looking in her oversized hoodie, next his hand’s yanking her hair back while his other palm slaps against the wall for leverage. Zero foreplay. Zero hesitation. Cock already wet with spit before it even hits her lips—no teasing, no begging allowed here. His grip on her jaw shoves open what little resistance she had left; deepthroat gagging gasps mix with muffled protests as he fucks that pretty face like it owes him money.
