She walked into the fog like she was looking for trouble. The park was empty, the air thick and wet, streetlights just blurry yellow smudges. Her short skirt barely covered her ass and the thin top did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were from the cold. She had never done anything like this before, but tonight she wanted it raw and filthy.
A shape moved out of the mist. Tall guy, dark jacket, hands in his pockets. He didn’t say a word when he stepped close. She could smell him, sweat and smoke. Her eyes dropped straight to his crotch. He was already hard, the thick outline pushing against his jeans like it was trying to get out.
“Show me,” she said, voice low.
He unzipped. His cock sprang free, heavy, veined, the head already shiny. It was the first real cock she had ever seen up close like this, and it looked even bigger in the fog. She wrapped her fingers around it. Hot. Thick. She could barely close her hand.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “It’s huge.”
He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down. She went to her knees on the wet grass and opened her mouth. The taste hit her first, salt and skin. She took as much as she could, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin. He fucked her mouth in short, rough thrusts, one hand tangled in her hair, the other holding her jaw open.
She pulled off, gasping. “I want it inside me. Now.”
He yanked her up, spun her around, and bent her over a low stone wall. The fog swallowed everything past a few feet. Her skirt flipped up. He ripped her panties to the side and dragged the fat head of his cock through her wet slit.
“You’re dripping,” he growled.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He pushed in. The stretch burned. She had never taken anything this thick. Inch by inch he forced her open until his hips were flush against her ass. She clawed at the stone, moaning loud into the mist. He started pounding, hard and fast, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet fog. Every thrust knocked the air out of her.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, balls slapping her clit. Her pussy clenched around him, already close. She reached down and rubbed her clit in quick circles while he wrecked her. The orgasm hit fast, legs shaking, a raw cry tearing out of her throat.
He didn’t stop. He kept driving into her through it, then pulled out and spun her to face him. He lifted one of her legs, hooked it over his arm, and shoved back inside. This angle hit deeper. She could see his cock disappearing into her, shiny with her cum. The fog clung to their skin, made everything feel hidden and filthy at the same time.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted.
“Do it. Come in me.”
He buried himself to the root and came hard, cock pulsing, hot spurts flooding her pussy. She felt every throb. When he finally pulled out, thick white cum ran down her thigh.
She stayed bent over the wall a minute, breathing hard, pussy still twitching. He tucked his cock away, gave her ass one last slap, and disappeared back into the fog without a word.
She stood up on shaky legs, cum still leaking out of her. Her first time like this, and already she knew she’d be back in the fog tomorrow night, looking for that same thick cock again.
