“You must be on some pretty serious drugs,” she giggled. His pupils were dilated, the blue of his irises thin silvery bands around gaping black holes.

“Huh?” He shook his head. “I’m not on anything.”

She looked back into his eyes, but she could smell his breath – clean, nothing but mouthwash and beer – and his movements were as steady as they always were. Then what was with the dilation… “Oh.”

She had never done much of anything in an alley. Messed around a bit, maybe, kissed some, but soon she was on her knees and grinning up the length of his body, and his eyes were even darker as he strained to make out her face in the dim light.

She ran teasing fingers over the placket of his slacks. Nice ones, dark gray with a smooth weave, they were softer than her fingertips. His head tipped back against the rough concrete of the wall.

She leaned forward, nuzzling against the shape and weight of his erection, running its length with her nose. He smelled good, clean, laundry soap and arousal.

She linked her hands loosely around his ankles and dragged them slowly up his legs until her fingers marked the swell of his ass and her thumbs slipped into the grooves of his hipbones. His hands found her hair and she chuckled.

He hunched forward, trying to see her, and she kept her eyes locked with his as she undid the button on his trousers, slipped the zipper slowly down. She slid her hands around his body inside of the pants and pushed them down to pool around his feet. He moaned, and his legs were pale in the dark.

She leaned forward and huffed warm breath against the curve of his cock inside the confines of his boxers, little black things that hugged his shape. She flicked out her tongue to feel the ridge of his cockhead, traced the heavy vein down between his thighs. He spread his legs and tightened his fingers on her skull.

Quickly, she jerked the boxers down and his dick popped free, already shining with both of them. She tasted him, rolled his flavor around her mouth, and purred.

She swallowed him whole, making u