Submitted by megan on Sun, 03/15/2009 - 23:36
Cheek pressed against the cool tank, I bend over to fill my mug. He walks behind me, pauses a moment. Looks over his shoulder, unzips, lifts my skirt, slides his dick into me. Asks me how my weekend was, the show I went to, the dinner out. He’s careless, lets his cock slip out, now and again, but he’s careful to rub it all over my snatch, kissing my clit with his slit before pushing back in.