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She rode him hard against the alley wall, the taste of vodka and cigarettes still sharp on her tongue. Her fingers dug into his shoulders while he fought with her belt, knuckles scraping brick. Every thrust came with a grunt and a hiss between clenched teeth. The neon light caught the sweat on her neck, made it look like oil on gunmetal. She bit his bottom lip until she tasted iron. He shoved deeper, and she clawed at the back of his jacket like it owed her money. Their breath fogged the cold night air. She pushed her tongue into his mouth again, harder this time, and he met her with teeth. The metal garbage cans rattled behind them every time their bodies slammed together. Neither one was gentle. Neither one wanted to be.
She rode him hard against the alley wall, the taste of vodka and cigarettes still sharp on her tongue. Her fingers dug into his shoulders while he fought with her belt, knuckles scraping brick. Every thrust came with a grunt and a hiss between clenched teeth. The neon light caught the sweat on her neck, made it look like oil on gunmetal. She bit his bottom lip until she tasted iron. He shoved deeper, and she clawed at the back of his jacket like it owed her money. Their breath fogged the cold night air. She pushed her tongue into his mouth again, harder this time, and he met her with teeth. The metal garbage cans rattled behind them every time their bodies slammed together. Neither one was gentle. Neither one wanted to be.