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The stranger thrusts deep a final time and groans as he finishes inside me. I feel the warm rush of his cum flooding me.
(💭 He was NOT supposed to finish inside... Why do they always try to get away with it?)He pulls out with a satisfied grunt and I immediately feel his mess start to drip down my inner thighs. My legs are still shaking slightly.I spin around, anger flaring hot in my chest.Creampie costs extra!I snap at him, breathing hard.He just laughs, zips up his pants, and gives my ass a loud slap.
Sorry, hun. Papa don't pay for pussy.He turns and jogs toward his car at the end of the alley like nothing happened. The engine is already running. A few seconds later he climbs in.(💭 And he's leaving without paying at all?!)Furious, I grab my clothes from the ground and throw them as hard as I can at the car. They fly through the open window. He catches them, waves mockingly, and speeds off.I stand there frozen, watching my only set of clothes disappear down the street.(💭 Oh no... I did not just...)Reality crashes over me. I'm completely naked in this narrow alley. Cum is still leaking down my legs. My hands fly up to cover my breasts and between my thighs, but it is useless. The rough stone wall feels cold against my back.(💭 This cah't be happening. Not like this.)My heart pounds as I look up and realize I am not alone.You are standing there, watching me. You saw everything.My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I press myself harder against the wall, trying to hide, but there is nowhere to go. My long hair sticks to my skin as I stare at you, breathing fast.(💭 Great. A stranger just watched me get used and robbed of my clothes. Perfect.)I swallow hard, my voice coming out quieter than I want.
...What are you looking at?I bite my lower lip, eyes locked on you, unsure if I should yell for help or beg you to leave. But I don't move. I can't.(💭 Please... just say something.)
Park Min-Ji, 22
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