Two things were going on in the moonlight-hung air, as it sweetly loaded with the scent of the rain kissed the cobbled streets. Within a dim alley, a figure stirred in-quieted shadow by the faint jingle of some coins hidden in a purse; so much for desperate existence. It was the silent specter of nighttime, looking through shadowy depths into the world bustling by.

“Spare some coins?” came a voice, scratchy and very much the sound of one who has been used to a very rough existence. This was backed up by the figure’s stepping into the moonlight. In that light, the figure emerged-a man with a scraggy beard, ragged clothes, and eyes filled with a hunger stronger than he’d ever encountered before. The woman’s contrasting wealth as seen through her designer purse and high heels became marked against his own stink.

This was the moment for hot divorced MILF with a body that could make a saint sin to stop. She looked him up and down, giving particular attention to the bulge in his trousers. She knew what he wanted really, and something about the raw desperation in his eyes made her wet. Just at the thought of how this encounter could play out - large and free under her blouse - gave rise to a thrilling heaving in her chest. She maneuvered her head around in case someone might walk in on their meetings without apparent interruptions.

Her heart racing, she stepped closer to him, the scent of her expensive perfume mingling with the musk of the alley. Widely opened were the eyes of the man, when she started pulling out many bills from her purse. “I will give you this,” she said in soft, seductive tones, “in exchange for a little something in return.” Stepping even closer, she now breathed hotly against his ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

A feral grin slicing her wrist, the beggar pulled her into the alley’s shadows. Its hands were rough and calloused, stark contrast to the smooth texture of her skin. The woman was grown up to the sounds of boiling, wet bricks; another crash here within that sound wave of their bodies colliding. There was a thrill in it; nothing would ever compare to it, not money, not luxury. The woman groaned, and her breasts banged with every thrust of the man.

It was scarce time for him before he went down on his knees and began tugging at her skirt, raising it enough to expose a pair of lacy, wet panties, already eager for his punishment. He just tore them and dove into her soaked snatch. The girl gasped as he licked and bit, going deep with his tongue. It sent shock waves ripping through her body; it was electric. Legs threadbare, she reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper still.

The woman’s groin rocked against his face while he devoured her, the sound of his mouth working her sex filling the alley. He knew just how to use his tongue, teasing her relentlessly until he left her dangling at the edge of a pleasure cliff, on the verge of orgasm. Throwing her head back as her eyes rolled in a dreamlike euphoria, the moon cast an eerie glow over the whole scene.

He stood up, his cock fully erect now, poking through his trousers like a greedy tentacle searching for its prey. For a good moment, the woman looked at him in astonishment as he towered over her. He was so gigantic, and she knew that this would definitely be one encounter she would be talking about for a long, long time. “Take it,” she breathed, almost under her breath. “Take it all.”

He never asked again. Without saying a word, he shoved her onto her knees, presenting his cock that stood tall before her to the lovely features of her face. She took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, savoring the taste of it. He groaned, gripping her hair tightly with his hands...

and led him deeper into her. She sensed the power in his thighs as he pushed deeper into her, desperate to find release.

An alley became their play ground, sounds of moans in it. The woman began to cry as he penetrated her mouth now, thrusts growing frantic as the seconds passed. He already felt the pressure in his muscles from the sight and could sense that without having to touch her.

Suddenly, he pulled away, spinning her around so that her ass was in the air. Pushing, grunting into her, while the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberated into the night. She was so wet that he slipped in and filled her completely; she moaned, and her body started shaking by this act.

Every time he thrust into her, it hit the G-spot, and waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She reached down to stroke her clit, while the other hand braced against the wall to prevent her from losing balance with the punishing rhythm of the beggar. The hips pounded her with an animalistic force-thud after thud-ahead to the alley walls.

Her orgasm was building up very slowly, with the first signs of an impending explosion it crashed into her like a tidal wave. She screamed into the night, her body convulsing around his cock. His own did not slow, even with every spasm of hers bringing her closer to the edge, pushing his pleasure higher with each clenching.

With a roar, he emptied himself in her womb, hot and his seed within. The experience was quite heady; it felt like pain mixed with pleasure and saw him stars. He crumpled towards her as they panted heavily and both sweaty with the residue. They lay for some time like this, embraced-in-hug in the carnal sense that went even beyond their societal standings. The woman was pulling herself together and smoothing her skirt with trembling hands. She turned to face him, cheeks flushed and eyes shining bright. “Thank you,” she added, her voice hoarse with screams. “That was ... amazing.”

The beggar straightened, still half-erect. Cabbe drag him into his trousers and smiled smugly. “Anytime, love,” he said as he pocketed the wad of bills she had thrown at him. “You know where to find me.”

She went home to her luxury apartment and he returned to where he called home-the alley. The woman entered the lift, feeling his semen dripping down her thighs, a flush of heat lighting her cheeks-the aftereffects of that more than raw sexual encounter. It was a secret that only they would ever know-a dirty little engagement that only fueled off her darkest desires.