Women Seeking Women #49

She released it December 30th 2008. The door clicked behind him, keys still swinging in the lock. She already had her dress hitched up, no panties, back against the cool wall of the hallway. He dropped his bag and slid two fingers inside her, no foreplay, no questions, just wet, hot, ready. She clenched around him, pulse racing between her legs like her own heartbeat had moved down there. He kissed her hard, teeth clacking, tongue pushing deep while his fingers worked her open, curling just the way she liked. Her hips rocked forward, greedy, chasing more. She tugged at his belt with shaking hands, yanked his cock free, heavy and thick against her palm. He spun her around. She braced against the wall, palms flat, ass out, thighs spread. He lined up and drove in, one long, deliberate thrust that made her cry out. The sound bounced down the narrow hall, shameless. Every stroke came faster after that, skin slapping skin, her breath fogging the plaster. He reached around, found her clit, rubbed tight circles until her knees buckled. She came with a broken sound, clenching so hard he had to grit his teeth to keep moving. He fucked her through it, relentless, until his own finish hit and he flooded her, fingers dug into her hips like he never wanted to let go.