Alley bitch

Keisha fucked like a pro and didn’t care where. She caught sight of Christian by the Dumpster and zeroed in. Homeless, sure, but his tongue still worked. She hiked her skirt, shoved one bare foot in his face, and let the alley stink mix with her own heat. Christian got it. He licked from ankle to little toe, slow and greedy, while she balanced against the brick wall. Each slurp left a shine that caught the lamplight. When the other foot joined, she pressed both soles to his cheeks, spreading warm skin over stubble. He sucked each toe like candy, making quiet wet pops with every pull. Wet already, she peeled off her thong and sat on a milk crate, knees wide. Her cunt glistened in the half-light. Christian moved in, nose first, tongue dragging the length of her slit before diving inside. Keisha grabbed his hair, used him like a toy, rolling her hips so his tongue flicked her clit on every pass. Enough licking. She dragged him up, yanked his cock out of his ragged pants, and sank straight onto it. One hard thrust, bottoming out, the slap of skin loud between the buildings. He took the cue, grabbed her ass, drove into her like a piston while her slick dripped onto the pavement. She switched positions fast—turned, braced on the crate, spread wider. Christian slammed back in, balls swinging. Keisha moaned loud enough for passersby to hear, her toes curling over the rough wood. Each thrust sent little shivers down her thighs. Christian’s breath hitched. He pulled out, jerked twice, and shot ropes across the tops of her feet. Thick strands webbed between toes and slid over the curves, sticky and warm. Keisha wiggled, watching the mess coat her pink polish. A low laugh slipped out; the night had delivered exactly what her feet—and her cunt—had ordered.