Zommer was walking home from school, her backpack slung over one shoulder, when she noticed a man lying in the middle of the street.

He looked disheveled, his clothes rumpled, and his face twisted in what seemed like pain. Her heart skipped a beat.

Is he hurt? Should I call someone? She hesitated for a moment, then approached him cautiously.

“Hey… are you okay?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She knelt down beside him, her skirt brushing against the rough pavement. The man groaned, his eyes flickering open to meet hers.

They were dark, intense, and oddly mesmerizing.

“Leave me alone,” he muttered, his voice low and gruff. “You’re not my type.”

Zommer blinked, taken aback by his response. Not his type? She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. But something about him tugged at her curiosity—or maybe it was something else entirely.

“I just want to help,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

The man smirked, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face.

“If you really want to help…” His hand moved to his belt, and before Zommer could react, he undid it, pulling down his pants to reveal his cock. It was thick, heavy, and already half-hard, the veins running along its length pulsing with need.

Her breath hitched. Oh my God. Zommer’s eyes widened, and she felt a strange heat pooling in her stomach.

She should have turned away, should have run, but her body refused to move. Instead, she just stared, transfixed by the sight of him.

“Sit on it,” he said, his voice commanding, leaving no room for argument. “That’s how you can help me.”

Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny the arousal building inside her. This is wrong. So wrong. But her body had other ideas.

Slowly, almost as if in a trance, she reached out and wrapped her small hand around his shaft. It was warm and firm, and she could feel it twitch in her grip.

He let out a low groan, his head tipping back as she began to stroke him.

Her movements were hesitant at first, but as she grew more confident, she picked up the pace, her fingers sliding up and down his length with growing urgency.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his hips bucking slightly into her hand.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Now suck it.”

Zommer’s heart raced. I shouldn’t… But she was already leaning forward, her lips parting as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. It was salty and slightly bitter, but the taste only seemed to excite her more.

She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the way he groaned above her.

Her hand continued to stroke him as she bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass.

She could feel him growing harder, thicker, and the sensation sent a thrill through her. Her free hand moved between her legs, her fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties as she touched herself.

He reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair and guiding her movements. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it all.”

Zommer obeyed, taking him deeper until she felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

She gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, determined to please him. Her pussy clenched around nothing, an empty ache growing inside her.

When he finally pulled her off of him, she was breathing hard, her lips swollen and glistening. He smirked again, his eyes dark with desire. “Now ride me.”

She hesitated for only a moment before climbing onto him, straddling his hips. Her skirt bunched up around her waist as she positioned herself over his cock. She could feel the tip pressing against her entrance, and a shiver ran through her.

Slowly, she sank down onto him.

He was huge, stretching her in ways she hadn’t thought possible. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as he filled her completely. For a moment, neither of them moved, letting her adjust to his size.

Then he gripped her hips and thrust upward, driving himself even deeper. Zommer cried out, the sensation overwhelming but undeniably pleasurable. She began to move, rocking her hips back and forth as she rode him.

His hands moved to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he guided her movements. “Faster,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Zommer obeyed, riding him with increasing urgency. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and she could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping her onto her back. Before she could protest, he was between her legs, driving into her with relentless force. She screamed, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, mingling with their moans and gasps.

Zommer’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper. She could feel him hitting that spot inside her with each thrust, and it wasn’t long before she was teetering on the edge.

“Cum for me,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. And just like that, she fell over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard around his cock.

He wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and let go, his cum filling her pussy in hot spurts. Zommer moaned, feeling every last drop as it coated her walls.

When he finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the pavement, her legs trembling and her pussy slick with his release. He stood up, adjusting his clothes as if nothing had happened.

“Thanks,” he said casually before turning and walking away.

Zommer lay there, too dazed to move. What just happened? Her body still tingled.