I Want Her

I want her.

I meet her at the door and push her against it as it slams closed. My lips brush against hers before I kiss my way along her jaw, my hands are everywhere.

She drops her bag and begins exploring me with her hands. As she grips my hips I grind myself against her, earning a moan.

I am so wet.

Dropping to me knees, I slide my hands up her skirt and slowly pull her panties down. She pulls her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor.

Spreading her legs, she grips the back of my head and pulls me in.

I devour her.