The younger guy who worked nights at the warehouse never lasted long, but he always made a mess of me. His name was Tyler. Early twenties, nervous at first, but once he got inside he turned rough. He liked me on my back with my legs spread wide so he could watch. I was already dripping when he pushed in. The wet sound filled the room immediately. Every thrust pushed more of my juices out around his cock. It ran down between my cheeks and soaked the towel under me. He stared at it the whole time, breathing hard. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said, almost in disbelief. He fucked me harder, chasing the sound. My clit was swollen and every slap of his hips made me clench. When he rubbed it with his thumb I came, gushing harder, the orgasm making everything even messier. A wet spot spread under my ass. He came right after, buried deep, groaning while I kept leaking around him. When he pulled out, a mix of us spilled onto the towel. I lay there with my legs still open, pussy twitching and shiny, the air thick with the smell of sex. I liked how used I looked.