Page 3 of GOYKATTDLAGG

I push deeper. Her throat flutters. Spit spills from the corners of her mouth and strings down to her shirt. I fuck her mouth in short, mean strokes, mask fogging, locker room echoing every wet noise, each ragged breath. When she gags, I hold her there a second longer, thumb stroking the soft skin at her jaw, then I let her have air, then give it back.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes are glassy. Mascara running. Mouth shiny and obscene, stretched around my cock, drool on her chin. The prettiest fucking thing I’ve seen in years, and she’s on a dirty floor for a man she can’t even fully see.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl. “On your knees in a locker room with a masked man’s dick down your throat. Your fat lips stretched. Fucking heaving. Your panties soaked? Don’t fucking lie.”

She tries to nod around me. The vibration pulls a groan out of my chest.

“Use your tongue. That’s it. Get it sloppy. I want it dripping when I put it in your pussy.”

She does what I tell her. Messy. Eager. Her nails bite into her jeans because I haven’t given her permission to touch me, and that obedience makes my balls draw up tighter. I pull out before I finish. A string of spit connects her bottom lip to my cock. And she makes a broken sound like I stole something from her.

“Up.”

I haul her to her feet and spin her. Her palms slap the lockers. I crowd her from behind, cock wet and angry against the back of her jeans, mask scraping the base of her neck. I pop the button, pull the zipper, and shove denim and panties down in one mean push until they catch at her thighs, trapping her.

Ass out. Bare. Fucking thick. Her deep brown skin under the cheap light, and her juicy pussy already dripping down her inner thighs. The smell of her hits me, sweet, sharp, filthy, and I have to lock my jaw.

“Fuck.” I drag two taped fingers through her. She’s fucking soaked. Soft. Hot. The wrap is rough against her clit; she jumps and pushes back into my touch. “You were standing at that table like this? This wet from watching me fight?”

“I didn’t… I don’t even…”

I push two fingers into her without warning. She slaps the metal. Fuck, she’s tight. Sucking me in. Silky walls clamping down like they want to keep me. I pump, curl, find that swollen spot and rub it while my thumb works her clit. Wet sounds fill the room. Obscene and fucking loud.

I rasp against her ear, mask bumping the side of her face. “This fat little pussy is drooling down my tape. You hear that? That’s you. That’s how bad you wanted a stranger to fucking ruin you.”

I work her until her legs shake. Until she’s pushing back on my hand like she forgot she was supposed to be scared, moaning into her forearm. Voices boom down the hall; somebody laughing, a door slamming, and she tenses.

“Hush, someone…”

“Then you better be quiet, pretty girl.” I add a third finger just to feel her stretch. “They walk in, they see you like this. Jeans around your thighs. Masked man knuckle-deep in this dripping cunt. You gonna tell me to stop, or you gonna come on my hand like a good fucking girl?”

She comes. Hard. Fast. With a broken whimper she tries to swallow. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, gushing, thighs shaking so bad I have to pin her hips to the lockers. I keep rubbing her through it until she’s twitching, cursing, trying to close her legs without success.

When I finally pull my fingers out, they’re shining. I reach around and push them against her mouth.

“Clean it.”

She does. Tongue hot. Embarrassed. Hungry. I smear what’s left along her bottom lip, fist my cock, press the fat head against her entrance, and drag it through that mess until she’s panting.

“Last chance,” I say. “You want this dick, you take it raw. I’m not fucking pulling out. I’m going to fill this pussy until it’s running down your thighs and then I’m going to do it again. You understand me?”

“Hush…”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please. Fuck me. I want it.”

I drive in, and she screams into her arm. I have to lock my arms on her hips so I don’t slam all the way in on the first stroke. She’s squeezing me so hard I see white. Tight. Slick. Burning hot. Her fat ass slaps back against my abs. I drop my forehead to her shoulder, mask scraping her shirt, and try to breathe.

“Take it,” I growl. “That’s it. Open this pretty cunt up for me. Fuck, Nyla. You’re strangling my dick.”

I give her another inch. Another. Until my hips are flush to her ass and she can feel every thick vein. I stay there, grinding, letting her feel how full she is, how deep I am, how there’s nowhere to go.

Then I fuck her against the lockers. Ugly. Skin slapping. The metal rattling. The door is ten feet away and not locked. I don’t fucking care. I reach around and find her clit again, rub it mean with my taped fingers, and talk into her hair while I use her.

“This what you needed? A strange man to stretch this tight little pussy in a dirty room? Look how well you fucking take it. Fat. Soft. Made to be fucked stupid. I’m going to pump you so full it leaks down to your fucking socks.”