I stalk Carrie for weeks, learning her routine—the way she walks home from the bar alone on Friday nights, that confident sway in her hips, blonde hair catching the streetlights. I've watched her videos online obsessively, especially the famous one called "Carrie Strips Naked", stroking to every glimpse of that hairy bush as she gets naked in the bathroom, those small tits, her teasing spreads. Tonight, it's time to make it real.
I wait in the shadows of the alley near her house, heart pounding as she approaches—tipsy from a few drinks, oblivious. As she passes, I grab her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth, the other arm locking around her waist. She struggles, muffled screams vibrating against my palm, but I'm stronger. I drag her into the dark, shoving her face-first against the brick wall.
"Shut up, you filthy exhibitionist slut," I growl in her ear, pressing my body against hers. She freezes when she hears the words, eyes widening in terror as realization hits—she knows what I know. I rip her top open, exposing those perky natural tits, her long, dark nipples hardening in the cold air despite her fear. My hands grope them roughly, pinching and twisting until she whimpers in pain.
She tries to fight, kicking back, but I slam her harder against the wall, yanking her jeans down around her thighs. There it is—that glorious full brown bush I've fantasized about for years, already slightly damp from her evening out. "You've been showing this hairy cunt to the world," I hiss, forsing her legs apart with my knee. "Now it's mine to ruin."
I shove two fingers into Carrie's dry pussy without warning, stretching her roughly through the curls of hair. She cries out, body tensing, but I don't stop—thrusting hard, scissoring inside her while my thumb grinds against her clit. "Get wet for me, whore," I demand, slapping her ass until it's red and stinging. Her body betrays her, juices starting to flow despite the tears streaming down her face.
Pushing her to her knees on the dirty ground, I unzip and forse my throbbing cock into her mouth. She gags as I skull-fuck her, hands fisted in her blonde hair, ramming deep until her nose is buried in my pubes. Saliva drips down her chin onto her tits, mixing with her sobs. "Suck it like the dirty MILF you are," I snarl, slapping her cheeks to make her tighten her lips.
I pull out and flip her onto her back in the filth, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Spreading her legs wide, I line up and slam into her hairy pussy in one brutal thrust—raw, no mercy, tearing a scream from her throat. She's tight, clenching around my cock in shock and pain, but I pound relentlessly, balls slapping against her ass with every violent stroke. "This is what you get for teasing us men all these years," I grunt, reaching down to yank on her bush hairs, making Carrie arch her back in agony.
Carrie begs — "Please, stop!"— but that only makes me fuck harder, grinding deep into her cervix. I flip her over onto all fours like a dog, grabbing her hips and re-entering her from behind, watching her ass ripple with each impact. My fingers find her clit again, rubbing roughly to forse an unwanted orgasm from her, I can see her body convulsing, squirting around my cock as Carrie screams in humiliation.
Not satisfied, I pull out and aim higher, forsing my slick cock into her virgin-tight asshole. She howls, trying to crawl away, but I hold her down, pounding her ass mercilessly until it's gaping and raw. Blood and juices mix, but I don't care — I rail Carrie until she's a broken, trembling mess.
Finally, I bury myself deep in her incredible pussy one last time and unload, flooding her with hot cum, breeding that hairy cunt while she sobs. I pull out, watching my seed leak through the soft brown curls, dripping onto the ground.
Leaving her there, crumpled and used in the alley, I whisper, "Thanks for the show, Carrie." And disappear into the night, leaving her cries echoing behind.
