Her fingers worked quickly, fumbling with his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans. The zipper came down with a rough, metallic rasp. She didn’t bother pulling them down all the way, just shoved them low enough on his hips to free him.

And there he was. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, a masterpiece of raw masculinity that made her mouth water. It was already glistening at the tip, a bead of pre-come glinting under the dim light of the alley. The sheer size of it sent a thrill of fear and anticipation through her, a delicious mix of dread and desire. She’d felt it before—that first time in his flat, when she’d taken him into her mouth and realized just how much of him there was to take. But seeing it now, in this filthy, forbidden space, made it feel even more potent, more dangerous.