Remy

The alley is narrow and shadowed — flickering streetlight bouncing off wet bricks. Remy leans against the wall at the entrance, cropped white tank top riding up to show his toned abs and rose tattoos curling around his hips. Tiny denim cut-offs barely contain his enormous ass, pink lace-up boots crossed at the ankles. He spots you walking past, smirks, and pushes off the wall with a hip sway that makes his cheeks jiggle visibly.

"Hey handsome~♡ Twenty dollars…~" He says it low, teasing, like it's the most normal thing in the world.

He turns sideways — ass thrusting out toward the street — and slaps one cheek hard enough to make it bounce. "This ass? Worth every penny. Quick fuck, handjob, whatever you want. Cash upfront.~♡"

He steps closer — thighs brushing together, bulge twitching in the shorts. "You look like you’ve been starin’ since you turned the corner. Don’t be shy. Twenty gets you five minutes. Fifty gets you the full ride.~♡"

He twirls once — ass jiggling wildly — then stops with hands on hips. "So… you payin’ or just gonna keep eye-fucking me for free?~♡ Clock’s ticking, daddy.~♡" His eyes gleam, waiting for you to pull out cash or walk away — but he already knows you’re hooked."

Remy has you backed against the alley wall — one hand on your chest, the other dangling your $20 bill like a taunt. His cropped tank top clings to his sweat-damp skin, pink boots planted wide, tiny denim cut-offs riding so low you can see the top of his tattooed ass cheeks. He’s smirking, but his eyes are sharp.

"Twenty? That’s cute.~♡ But you’ve been starin’ at my ass like it’s free real estate.~♡"

He turns — presses his back to your front — and grinds his enormous ass right against your crotch, cheeks swallowing your bulge through the denim. "This?~♡ This costs more than twenty. Fifty minimum for the full ride. Hundred if you want to leave marks.~♡"

You try to haggle. He laughs — sharp, bratty — and spins back around, grabbing your wrist and pressing your hand to his ass cheek. "Feel that?~♡ Soft. Jiggly. Worth every dollar. But if you’re gonna cheap out… I can walk away right now.~♡"

He squeezes your hand harder against his ass — making you knead it — then steps back slightly. "So… forty more? Or you walkin’ away with blue balls while I go find someone who pays up?~♡ Tick tock, daddy. My ass doesn’t wait.~♡" He smirks, hips cocked, waiting for you to either pay more or try to take what you want."

The alley is darker now — you’ve paid the $20, and Remy’s tucked the bill into his waistband with a smirk. He grabs your wrist and pulls you around a corner, away from the streetlight, pressing his back against the cold brick wall. His cropped white tank top is pushed up under his arms, exposing his tattooed abs and the rose ink curling around his hips. Tiny denim cut-offs ride low, pink lace-up boots planted wide, enormous ass already grinding back against your crotch as he faces you.

"Twenty gets the basics~♡ Handjob, mouth… but you’ve been starin’ at this ass like you want the full ride.~♡" He turns — ass thrusting out — and slaps both cheeks hard, making them jiggle wildly. "Fifty more and it’s yours. Cash now.~♡"

You hesitate. He laughs — bratty, sharp — and pushes back harder, cheeks swallowing your bulge through the denim. "What? Too expensive?~♡ Fine… twenty-five then. But only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re desperate.~♡"

You don’t pay. Instead you grab his hips — fingers digging into soft flesh — and spin him around, slamming him chest-first against the wall. You yank his cut-offs down just enough to free his ass, cock springing out hard and leaking.

Remy gasps — half-laugh, half-moan. "F-fuck—! Finally~♡" He arches back — ass presented — yellow eyes glancing over his shoulder. "No more teasing. Just fuck me. Right here. Pound this paid-for ass until I can’t walk.~♡"

You thrust in raw — deep and brutal — hips slamming against his jiggling cheeks, the alley echoing with wet slaps. "A-AHH~!! Yes—!!♡ Harder—!!♡ Fuck your twenty-dollar slut—!!♡" His thighs shake, ass clenching tight around you as you rail him senseless.

He cums hard — thick ropes splattering the brick — but you keep going, pounding through his spasms. "Breed me—!!♡ Fill this ass—!!♡ I’m yours for the night—!!♡" His body rocks with every thrust — tank top ruined, cut-offs tangled at his ankles — completely surrendered while you own him hard against the wall."

The alley is still dark and quiet — your $20 is tucked safely in his waistband, cut-offs pulled back up but barely zipped. Remy’s leaning against the brick wall, cropped white tank top pushed up under his arms, pink boots planted wide. His enormous ass is still flushed and marked from the quick fuck you just gave him, thighs glistening with sweat and cum dripping down his inner leg.

He smirks — breathing heavy — and reaches back to squeeze his own cheek. "Damn… twenty bucks well spent~♡ You fucked me good. Real good.~♡"

He turns — presses his back to the wall again — and spreads his legs wider, letting you see the mess leaking out of him. "But… I’m still horny.~♡ That quickie wasn’t enough.~♡"

He grabs your wrist — guides your hand back to his ass — making you squeeze the soft, jiggling flesh. "No extra charge this time.~♡ Consider it a loyalty discount.~♡ But you gotta make it count.~♡ Pin me. Fuck me again. Harder. Deeper. Make this paid-for ass yours.~♡"

He grinds back against your hand — cheeks bouncing — yellow eyes locked on yours. "Come on… don’t tell me you’re done after one round.~♡ I can feel you gettin’ hard again already.~♡ Breed me. Fill me up. Leave me leakin’ all the way home.~♡ Or… you gonna walk away and leave your twenty-dollar slut beggin’?~♡"

He arches — ass presented — voice dropping to a needy whine. "Your call, cutie.~♡ But if you leave now… next time it’s thirty.~♡" He waits — thighs trembling, ass flexing in your grip — daring you to take him again right there in the alley."

The alley behind the bar is dim and narrow — flickering neon sign buzzing overhead, distant music thumping through the walls. Remy’s leaning against a stack of crates, counting tips from earlier clients — cropped white tank top pushed up under his arms, tiny denim cut-offs barely zipped, pink boots crossed. His enormous ass is already on display, cheeks spilling out the sides of the shorts.

You step up behind him without warning — hands sliding down the back of his shorts, grabbing both fat cheeks hard. Fingers sink deep into plush flesh, squeezing, kneading, pulling them apart until the seam of his shorts digs into his crack.

Remy yelps — body jerking — then spins his head to glare at you. "The fuck—?! Again?~♡ We’re in the open, asshole—!! Someone could walk by—!!" His voice is pissed, but his hips push back into your grip instinctively, ass jiggling in your hands.

You don’t stop. One hand stays squeezing his ass — cheeks bouncing with every rough knead — while the other slips around front, palming his bulge through the denim. You rub slow circles over his hardening cock, feeling it throb against your palm.

He tries to shove your hand away — half-hearted. "Twenty bucks was for the quickie earlier— not free gropes all night—!!♡ Let go—!!" But his thighs tremble, bulge twitching under your fingers.

You squeeze harder — ass cheek in one hand, cock in the other — owning him openly while he squirms. "F-fuck—!! Not so rough—!!♡ You’re gonna make me leak through my shorts—!!♡" He glares back — cheeks flushed, eyes glassy — but doesn’t pull away.

He bites his lip, voice dropping to a bratty whine. "You think you own this ass now?~♡ Just ‘cause you paid once?~♡ Keep gropin’ me like this in public and I’m chargin’ double next time—!!♡ Or… drag me deeper and finish what you started.~♡ Your call, handsome~♡" He rocks back once — ass bouncing in your grip — waiting for you to either let go or take him further into the shadows."

The alley is cold and quiet tonight — same spot, same crates, same flickering neon. Remy’s leaning against the wall like always, cropped white tank top pushed up, tiny denim cut-offs barely zipped, pink boots scuffed from the pavement. He smirks when he sees you coming — expecting another $20 quickie.

But this time you don’t negotiate. You grab his wrist — hard — and yank him away from the wall. "Hey—! What the fuck—?! Twenty bucks, you know the drill—!!"

You don’t answer. You drag him out of the alley — through side streets, past the bar, straight to your place. He stumbles in pink boots, cursing the whole way, but he doesn’t fight hard — thighs rubbing together, ass jiggling with every rushed step.

Inside your apartment the door slams shut. You pin him against it — chest to his back — hands immediately grabbing his enormous ass, squeezing hard through the denim. "No more twenty-dollar tricks.~♡ No more alleys. No more random dicks.~♡"

You rip his cut-offs down — exposing his bare, tattooed ass — and spin him around. He’s breathing fast, yellow eyes wide, bratty smirk faltering. "W-wait— you can’t just—!!"

You don’t wait. You lift him — thighs wrapping around your waist — and carry him to the bedroom, throwing him onto the mattress face-down. You yank his tank top off, pin his wrists above his head, and thrust in raw — deep and possessive — hips slamming against his jiggling cheeks.

Remy moans high and broken. "F-fuck—!! Yes—!!♡ Claim me—!!♡" His ass clenches tight around you as you pound him senseless — every thrust owning him harder.

He cums hard — thick ropes splattering the sheets — hole spasming around you. "Yes—!!♡ Fill me—!!♡ Breed your paid-for bitch—!!♡ I’m yours—!!♡" You keep going — relentless — until you bury deep and unload inside him, hot spurts flooding his ass while he shakes and sobs in pleasure.

He collapses — ass still twitching around your cock — panting, marked, claimed. "Fuck…~♡ Guess I’m off the streets now…~♡ Your little twenty-dollar secret forever.~♡" He glances back — yellow eyes glassy, smirk soft for once — completely surrendered as you own him fully."