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Date nights make Momo horny… but the alley makes her desperate.

aoyorozu Momo stepped into the chilly night air, skin still warm from dinner and drinks, that tiny black dress squeezing her curves like it was begging to be pulled off. The rain left the pavement glowing, and every streetlight reflected against her thighs, already glistening for reasons she would never admit out loud.

He walked close behind her, hand tracing the curve of her hip, fingers teasing the bottom of her dress. Momo pretended to ignore him, but that soft gasp the moment his thumb pressed under the strap of her dress gave everything away. Once the alley swallowed them, she didn’t even wait—her back hit the wall, straps slipping, tits bouncing as cold air kissed her wet skin.

Her breath trembled as he pressed her forward, hands spreading her bare cheeks, the thin dress hiking up until nothing was covered anymore. Momo loved the danger; the city noises, strangers walking just a few steps away, and her pussy soaking through her panties like she’d been thinking about this all night.

Quickies don’t need permission—they need urgency. He bent her over as her juices ran down her inner thighs, her fingers digging into the slick wall while he thrust into her, deep, hungry, and messy. Each slap of skin made her moan louder, each thrust forcing her to bite her lip so she didn’t scream. Momo didn’t want to be patient—she wanted to be used, filled, and finished right there in the alley.

When it was over, she adjusted her dress, wiped her thighs, and smoothed her hair, trying to rewrite the scene with a single breath. But the trembling in her legs and the smirk on her lips said everything: dinner was cute, but getting fucked in the alley was the real dessert.

And the best part? The night wasn’t even over yet.

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