Women Seeking Women #119

She never wore panties on the 24th. By July 2015 she had already worked that rhythm into muscle memory. The door would shut, the lock click, and she’d be bent over the kitchen table with her skirt pushed up before the keys hit the counter. He took her in three strokes, fist around the roots of her hair, hips slapping skin. They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. Her thighs clenched each time he bottomed out, cunt gripping him like she wanted to drag him deeper and never let go. When she came it rolled through her low and steady, heels lifting off the floor, nails scratching pale crescents into the wood. He finished inside her with one rough thrust, stayed there until every pulse had wrung itself out, semen trickling down her leg in thin, hot streams.