FakeHostel – FakeTaxi – Public Agent – Fake Agent

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The grimy hostel was the perfect stage for the filthy charade. A girl, dressed in a pink top and white skirt, paces in the narrow hallway, phone pressed to her ear, her voice a desperate mix of fear and arousal. “What do you mean, fake taxi? I’m stuck in this godforsaken hostel, and you’re telling me the taxi was a setup?” Her eyes dart around, taking in the peeling wallpaper and the clicking of heels on cheap laminate. She hangs up, her breath hitching as a man, dressed in a white tank top and shorts, steps out of the shadows, his eyes locked onto her. He’s a public agent, a fake agent, and he knows exactly what he wants. He grabs her roughly, pushing her against the wall, his hand snaking up her skirt to grip her bare ass. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he growls, his fingers digging into her flesh. He spins her around, bending her over the grimy sink, her skirt hiked up, her pink thong exposed. He slaps her ass hard, the sound echoing in the small room, before he yanks down his shorts, his hard cock springing free. He spits on his hand, rubbing it onto her pussy, feeling her wetness. “Fuck, you’re ready for this,” he mutters, before slamming into her, his hips pounding against her ass, his cock fucking her deep and hard. She moans, her face pressed against the cold porcelain, her body shuddering with each thrust.

The room fills with the sound of their fucking, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into her. He grabs her hair, pulling her head back, his other hand reaching around to rub her clit. She cries out, her body convulsing as an orgasm rips through her. He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic, before he pulls out, his cock dripping with her juices. He strokes himself, his eyes locked onto her ass, before he comes, his hot cum spraying onto her back. She collapses onto the floor, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He stands over her, his cock still hard, a smirk on his face. “Welcome to the hostel, sweetheart,” he says, before turning and walking away, leaving her alone in the grimy room, her body covered in his cum.

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