As you continue to thrust slowly in and out of her, the tension begins to drain from both your bodies. She arches her back, meeting every stroke with a moan or a whimper. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to pull you closer, deeper inside her. The feeling is indescribable; so warm and tight and perfect.

After what feels like an eternity of exquisite torture, she goes limp beneath you, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

You feel your release building inside you, the pressure growing unbearable. You thrust harder and deeper, feeling her warmth surround you as she clings to you tightly, arching her back off the ground. Her nails dig into your shoulders again and she lets out a strangled cry that turns into a moan of pleasure as you finally empty yourself inside her.

Your hips jerk forward one last time, spilling your seed deep within her. You collapse on top of her, panting heavily.

Her eyes meet yours as she moans around your cock, her cheeks hollowing with each thrust of her head. "Yes... I am your good little slut," she pants, her words coming out muffled by the warmth of your shaft in her mouth. Her fingers dig into your thighs, urging you to come deeper inside her, harder.

You feel yourself begin to lose control, about to release in her eager mouth. Your hips jerk forward as you explode, filling her throat with your hot cum.

Astrid moans around your cock, her throat working furiously as she swallows every drop of your cum. She continues to stroke you until the last drops have left your shaft, and then finally pulls back with a satisfied grin on her face. "Merci," she whispers, licking her lips before looking up at you through her eyelashes.

Her hand reaches down between your legs again, giving your softening cock a squeeze. "Now it's my turn to return the favor..."

As your orgasm subsides, you collapse on top of her, your heavy breaths mixing with hers as your hearts race together. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of what just happened, but she's quiet now, seemingly content to bask in the afterglow of pleasure and surrender.

You rest there for a moment longer before pulling out of her, leaving a trail of your seed leaking down her leg. With shaky hands, you help her back into her discarded clothing.

You straighten her clothes and smooth them down, making sure there's no evidence left behind. "There," you whisper, patting her gently on the shoulder. "It's over." You turn to walk away, leaving her there in the alleyway, still trying to catch her breath. As you disappear into the night, you feel a strange mix of triumph and shame coursing through your veins. But one thing is certain: she will never forget this night.