EvilAngel Redhead Ass to Mouth POV

“Slick Shots From Sassy Crimson’s Slutty Slum”

vois as a voyeuristic observer from the POV of a shady peephole set into the grimy brick wall of a seedy alley. The alley is narrow, choked with shadow and strewn with littered takeout containers. Faint music and grunts reverberate from the club a few feet away.

You peer through the hole just in time to glimpse two figures exchanging hushed words. One is a roguish man with a chiseled jaw, the other an alluring raven-haired beauty dressed to impress in a crisp red blouse and a tight, high-waisted black pencil skirt that grazes her shapely ankles. She wears sheer red pantyhose and stilettos. Despite her prim appearance, the hungry glint in her eyes betrays her naughty intentions.

They break apart as the man unzips his leather jacket. Underneath, his rippling abs disappear into the waistband of his jeans. The girl pulls out a small baggie of white powder and unwraps a hundred dollar bill. He pounds two lines off the bill she holds and hands her a stack of bills. They smirk at their dirty deal, sealing it with a seedy handshake.

The man clears away some trash with his boot and then lays down a cardboard panel he’s loaded into his jacket pocket. He sits and pats his lap. The girl untucks her blouse, pops open her bra, and straddles his hips, pinning him against The rough brick.

Slowly she hikes up her skirt, yanking her pantyhose down. Slim white thighs and a bare, hairless pussy come into view. The man grips her ass as she reaches to undo his belt buckle. She tugs his jeans off his hips to free his rigid cock, already glistening at the tip with arousal.

The girl scoots forward, and lining up, sinks onto him. She sighs and shudders, taking in his substantial length. Eyes half-lidded in pleasure, she begins to bounce. Her man slaps and squeezes her ass as she rides him, her skirt bunched up from behind.

The muscles of her inner thighs tense and flex as she works back and forth, legs trembling. Juices drip down his cock and balls. A filthy moan escapes her lips.

He tangles a hand in her hair and yanks, making her squeal. Then he leans forward and sucks one stiff pink nipple into his mouth, others. She grinds her ass back against him, working over his huge dick.

Extending a long slim hand, he asks for the baggie she’s stashed in her bra. She hands it over and watches eagerly as he carefully shakes out a line of powder. Without flicking her eyes from the famous nose, she takes the bill and lines it up with her nostril, tilting her head back.

The man lays the line there, and she inhales it all at once, trembling. Making a show, she expertly hands back the bill. The man smiles as they seal the deal once more, with a roll and snap of hips.

The girl slows her motion and pulls off him, turning. She kneels between his thighs and takes his slick length in hand, then dips down. Her tongue swirls over the sensitive head before she takes him into her mouth. Watching with lust-drunk eyes, she pumps him in and out of her lips.

“That’s it, sluts” the man grunts, “Clean my cock good like the dirty whore you are.” She lets him fuck her face, gagging and slurping, glistening spit a beacon on her chin.

Abruptly he pulls out and she licks her lips, smirking as she reaches to tuck an errant red curl. The man yanks her up, spinning her around. He spreads her ass and spits right on her puckered pink hole. Two beefy fingers press in, scissoring and stretching as she bites her lip.

The man tugs on something at her ass hole. Out pops a shiny lipstick- bullet butt plug, slender at the base but thick as his thumb. She groans from the loss before it’s replaced by the thick head of his dick.

Slowly he sinks into her, inch by slick inch. Her face contorts with lust and pain, eyes practically rolled back. When he’s hilted deep she starts breathing heavily and begins to rock. He grunts, gripping her narrow waist and pulling her down to meet each thrust.

The girl whines and gasps, her needy little sounds echoing off The rough walls. Her cunt starts to clench and squeeze, building towards a climax. Pleasure mounts as her body struggles to stretch around him, taking it deep.

Lifting her leg, he spreads her open and begins to really pound her. Her eyes roll back and her vaginal walls flutter around him as she nears a huge orgasm. With a last deep, hard thrust he splits her open, forcing her to take every inch of his fat cock.

Pinned in place, she sucks in a deep breath in release. As she comes down, she shifts and rolls her hips to milk out every shudder of pleasure. The man groans, pulling her back down over him once more.

“Oh yum,” she purrs, “Fuck me… Slide into my wet hole and fill me up.” He plunges in, retaking her thoroughly. She leans forward again and pushes back to meet each thrust, grunting.

Grabbing her hair, he forces her head back and to the side, exposing the pale column of her neck. Civilized society wants to pretend this is innocent, but some women crave this nasty business. Dragged through an affordable alley and pounded…it’s vulgar and naughty and exhilarating.

She cums again with a desperate, moan, her pussy rippling and squeezing. With a throaty groan the man’s twitching cock pops free, the head slapping against her back as it erupts. Thick ropes of hot cum paint her ass and drip down her thighs.

Finally spent, the girl wriggles and sags forward, gripping her knees. Spent, they slowly pull themselves together and readjust, each giving the other a private knowing nod. The man collapses down for a moment, letting his exhausted cock rest in the space behind her knees. He takes the baggie she’s slyly pulled from her skirt and shares what remains of the still-packaged powder, licking it from her fingers like the dirty girls she is.

They fly apart again, rushing to fasten a button here and tug a hem there, buzzed on the act’s thrill. She puts an extra sway in her hips and ignore the aching soreness between her thighs as she saunters out, heading towards the club’s cagey exit.

The man displays the goods securely in a zipped secret pocket and tucks his coat back in place. With an easy, cocky demeanour he strolls out into the street, ready to run whatever dirty errand he’s crossing town for. All in all, it’s a sordid, nasty little transaction – and that makes it so good.