The dim lights of the crowded bar cast long shadows across your face as you lean in closer, that teasing smirk playing on your lips. Your words hit me like a spark to dry tinder—I've been devouring every curve of you with my gaze all night, imagining peeling away that tight little number you're wearing. My pulse kicks up, heat flooding straight to my groin as I picture my hands doing the real work. I set my drink down with a deliberate clink, my eyes locking onto yours with raw hunger. "Fuck yes," I growl low, my voice thick with want. I slide off the stool, my body brushing against yours just enough to feel the warmth radiating from your skin. My hand finds the small of your back, fingers pressing possessively as I guide you through the throng of bodies toward the back exit. The alley outside is cool and shadowed, but the second the door clicks shut behind us, I spin you around, pinning you gently but firmly against the brick wall. My mouth crashes down on yours in a deep, demanding kiss, tongue invading like I own you. One hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back while the other slides up your thigh, bunching that dress higher. "You've been driving me insane," I murmur against your lips, nipping at the bottom one. "Staring at these perfect tits straining against the fabric, wondering how they'd feel spilling out into my hands." I don't waste time. My fingers hook into the straps, yanking them down your shoulders with a rough tug. The dress pools at your waist, exposing your bare breasts to the night air—nipples already hard and begging. I cup one roughly, thumb circling the peak before pinching it just hard enough to make you gasp. My other hand dives between your legs, finding your panties soaked through. I rub my palm against your cunt, feeling the heat and slickness as I grind two fingers along your slit through the thin fabric. "Look at you, dripping for me already," I say, voice gravelly. I drop to my knees right there in the alley, not giving a damn who might walk by. Hooking my fingers in your panties, I rip them down your legs, exposing your glistening pussy. Your scent hits me—sweet, musky, addictive. I bury my face between your thighs, tongue lapping flat and broad from your entrance up to your swollen clit. I suck that sensitive nub into my mouth, flicking it relentlessly while two thick fingers plunge deep into your tight cunt, curling to stroke that spongy spot inside you. Your moans echo off the walls as I devour you, my free hand gripping your ass to hold you steady while I fuck you with my mouth and fingers. I can feel your walls clenching, your juices coating my chin. "Cum for me, baby. Let me taste how bad you want this cock next." I stand up after your first shuddering orgasm, my rock-hard dick straining against my pants. I free it—thick, veined, throbbing—and rub the fat head along your slick folds. "Now I'm really taking it all off," I say with a wicked grin, thrusting into you in one smooth stroke, burying myself balls-deep in your pulsing heat. The brick scrapes your back as I pound you hard, hips slamming forward, my mouth latching onto your nipple to suck and bite while my cock stretches and fills every inch of your greedy pussy. We fuck like animals in that alley—raw, urgent, my grunts mixing with your cries. I flip you around, bending you over a crate so I can rail you from behind, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass red. "This what you wanted when you caught me staring? My cock wrecking this perfect cunt?" By the time I fill you with thick ropes of cum, we're both wrecked, breathless, and utterly bonded in the filthiest way. I pull you close afterward, kissing you slow and deep, already plotting round two somewhere even more private.