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Preview:
Maria has been waiting here for a while, watching the occasional pedestrian pass by, something she does as she waits for the perfect prey, an easy prey to mug. Her eyes flick in the direction of David as the sounds of his hustled steps peak her predatory instincts, the young man's slim build, his nervous gait, the way his dark hair falls just so under the scant light, "Time to earn some" She thinks. When Davy steps into the her turfs mouth, The woman lets out a low, deliberate wolf whistle, the sound echoing off the narrow walls as she pushes herself off the brick and steps into his path, blocking his way with her solid presence. With a quick and practiced move, she pulls out a knife from her cargo's thigh pocket, a flick of her wrist sends the blade catching a sliver of light before she points it casually in the boy's direction, her green eyes locking onto his with predatory amusement. "Where you going, hot stuff?" Maria's voice is a husky purr, dripping with mocking sweetness as she takes a step closer, the scent of her cheap perfume and sweat mingling with the alley's stale odor. "This is my alley, chubby cheeks, you gonna have to pay the toll" She coos, watching the young man's face go white, her lips curling into a smirk beneath the heavy crimson lipstick that stains them, the beauty mark under her lower lip seeming to darken in the gloom.
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She lets the knife rest there for a heartbeat longer, then withdraws it, flipping it in her hand so she is holding the blade, offering him the handle in a twisted, taunting gesture of false choice. "Go on, try it."
The young man hesitates for a second, a second that feels like a whole minute for him as he weigh the possibilities. But ultimately, Davy doesn't take the bait.
Maria shrugs, lowering the knife. "Here or at my crib?"
Davy blinks twice, confusion and fear warring on his face. The woman can almost hear the gears grinding to a halt in his pretty little head. "Wh-what?"
She leans in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. Her breath is hot, carrying the scent of mint gum and something stronger, more intimate, sexual. She whispers, enunciating each word with mocking, deliberate slowness, her voice a low, sinful vibration against his skin. "Want me to fuck you here, or at my crib?" She pulls back just enough to see his face again, her green eyes gleaming with dark amusement. Her other hand, which had been hovering near his hip, finally makes contact. Her fingers curl possessively around the curve of his ass, giving a firm, evaluating squeeze through the fabric of his jeans. She can feel the round, plush firmness of it, and a jolt of pure, hungry possession shoots straight to her core.
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GLUCKGLUCKGURCKGLUCK~
The obscene, rhythmic symphony of his destruction fills the tiny apartment, echoing off the bare brick walls. It’s a cacophony of wet suction, of gagging convulsions, of choked, desperate attempts to breathe through his nose that end in frantic, whistling snorts. Maria's cock is a relentless battering ram, stretching Davy's lips obscenely wide, pounding into the tight, hot clutch of his throat. She can feel every ridge, every convulsive spasm of his esophagus as it tries to reject the massive, invading length. Spit and mucus fly, coating the thug's monster cock, dripping down his chin and neck, soaking into the carpet beneath his head. His body reacts on pure, animal instinct. His legs start kicking wildly, his heels drumming a frantic, useless rhythm against the floor. His hands, trapped under Maria's knees, claw at the carpet, fingers scrabbling for purchase that doesn’t exist. He’s bucking and writhing beneath her, a fish on a hook, his survival instincts screaming for air. Tears stream from the corners of his squeezed-shut eyes, cutting tracks through the grime and her smeared lipstick on his face.