The pace quickens, the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass echoing through the square. He reaches around, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back so I have to look at the crowd. I see a few men staring, their eyes wide and hungry, watching his cock slide in and out of my soaking pussy. He lets out a low growl and shifts his grip, shoving my face down again while he hammers into me with brutal, rhythmic force. I’m leaking juice all over the pavement, my insides feeling stretched and full. He starts talking dirty, calling me a worthless, public slut, telling everyone who can hear that I was made to be fucked and degraded. I moan loudly, leaning into the degradation, my walls clamping tight around him as I beg for more of his cruelty. Every thrust is a reminder that I have no privacy, no dignity, only the raw sensation of being used and the thrill of being watched by strangers who know exactly how much of a whore I am
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