Are you still in bed? Are you hard? No, don't get up. I'll join you. Or maybe I should have you get out of bed and join me in the hall where you'll pin me up against the wall. Turn me around and let me feel the cold wall on my face. Pull my skirt up, run your hand along my thighs and make me spread. Moving it higher you're not shy, a finger grazes, understanding immediately how much I want you.
There's no waiting, no teasing, no anticipation. Just your hard cock pushed slowly but surely in. Sliding easily, filling me, letting me feel your whole length. Your tempo rises, you pound harder, my face and hands absorbing the shock. The wall feels warm now. You grab my hair into a makeshift pony tail, and force me to watch as you fuck me the way that I want you to.
Pulling out, you make me moan for more. You stand back to observe how wet you've made me. Then you turn me around, kiss me hard, lift my legs to straddle you, picking me up. With my back against the wall you kiss my neck, and unzip my sweater to reveal my naked breasts. The house is cold, but your heat is making me melt. You lick and bite my hard nipples but I want more. I'll always want more.