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Sloppy Hallway Whore

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Author's Notes

"This one spilled out fast and messy no metaphors, no pretty filters, just pure filthy heat. I wrote it thinking about that raw, desperate moment when politeness disappears and all that’s left is sweat, spit, and the sound of skin slapping skin. It’s not romance. It’s not love. It’s the kind of fuck that leaves you sore, leaking, and grinning like an idiot. If it made your pulse race or your thighs clench, then it did exactly what I wanted it to do"

She dropped to her knees in the dim hallway light,

lips already wet, eyes wicked with spite.

Grabbed my thick cock like she owned every vein,

swirled that hot tongue till I forgot my own name.

Sucked me so sloppy, spit dripping in strings,

gagging and moaning like a whore who just sings.

I fisted her hair, shoved it deep down her throat,

balls slapping her chin while she choked on my load.

She pulled back gasping, strings of spit on her tits,

begged me to wreck her, to ruin her slits.

Bent her over quick, no time for the bed

slammed balls-deep in pussy that already bled

from how hard I stretched her, how rough I thrust in,

her ass rippling wild with each slap of my skin.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” she screamed through the sweat,

so I pounded that cunt till it clenched, soaking wet.

Filled her up raw with a thick, throbbing flood,

left her leaking and shaking, my dirty little slut.

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Written by Callmepapi
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