In the dimly lit alleyway, she stood there like a shadow, waiting for her prey to approach. Her lips were parted slightly as if she was panting heavily from the chase or perhaps the anticipation of what was about to come. She glanced down at her watch, ensuring he would arrive soon enough.
He emerged from the shadows, his eyes scanning the area before meeting hers. His gaze lingered on her full lips and then quickly darted back up, a smirk playing across his face as he approached her. She stepped forward to meet him, their bodies brushing against one another ever so slightly. The scent of alcohol mixed with sweat wafted from him, but it only seemed to intensify the passion that was already brewing between them.
She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the stubble against her fingertips, making her skin tingle in response. He responded by grabbing hold of her hips, pulling her closer to him, and nuzzling into her neck. She gasped at the sudden contact, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins.
As their lips met, she could feel his tongue probing for entry. She allowed it access, and soon they were engaged in a heated make-out session, tongues dancing and bodies pressed against one another. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every inch of skin they could find.
He pulled away from her briefly to undo his belt, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ready for this?" he whispered, a smirk still etched across his face. She nodded in response, unable to speak through the passion that now gripped them both.
He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, revealing an impressive erection. He reached out and grabbed her hand, guiding it towards him before positioning himself at the entrance of her pussy.
"Go slow," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. He nodded in response, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to enter her slowly, inch by inch. Each thrust was met with a gasp from both of them, their bodies responding to the pleasure that was building inside them.
As they continued to fuck in the dimly lit alleyway, she felt him growing harder within her, stretching her insides as he reached deep inside of her. With each thrust, she could feel his balls slapping against her clit, sending shivers down her spine and straight into her core.
She wanted more, needed more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside of her. He responded by increasing the pace, his hips moving in a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.
As they continued to fuck, she could feel herself nearing her climax. Her body tightened around him, urging him on as she reached for her own satisfaction. She began to moan louder, the sounds echoing through the alleyway as they both approached the edge.
He pulled out suddenly, and without warning, he spun her around so that her hands were handcuffed to a nearby fence. He quickly undid his pants again, positioning himself between her legs once more. This time, however, he wasn't entering her pussy - he was aiming for her ass.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked one last time before driving himself deep into her. She cried out in pain and pleasure simultaneously, her body responding to the new sensation of being filled from behind.
He began to pound away at her, his movements becoming rougher with each passing second. His breaths were heavy and ragged as he continued to fill her from both ends, driving them both closer to their climaxes.
Suddenly, she felt herself reaching the peak of her orgasm. Her body tensed up, and she let out a guttural moan that seemed to reverberate throughout the alleyway. He responded by thrusting even harder into her, his own climax not far behind.
As they came down from their highs, panting heavily and sweat pouring off of them, they knew this wasn't just about the sex - it was about revenge, about proving a point. And in that moment, as they stood there handcuffed together in the darkness of the alleyway, they were both satisfied with what they had accomplished.