My Seven-Fifty Quickie

"Come on." I say, pulling us down the hall we come to, the rooms dark, the outline of a couch and book shelf - office maybe? Shoving inside I push you to the wall.

Grinding up against your ass; fingers over your hips, up your stomach. I cup both wonderful breasts. You moan excitedly, arching back into me.

"Ummm, somebody's horny," you purr, rocking your ass. You straight arm the corner of the wall and door, curving your shoulders back — thrusting your chest out. A flash of heat between your legs.

"You've no idea babe," I growl in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine centering in your pussy.

Reaching inside your sundress, I cup your tits. Tracing the line of your bra, and work my fingers under the flimsy fabric. Finding your nipples, twin points. My need is demanding.

Moaning harder you swoon as I swirl my fingers over them.

"Oh fuck yes," you gasp, "yes, that's it honey. Fuck me, do it quick, I need you too."

Yanking your dress over your hips, I push your panties down. Lifting one foot free, you leave them crumpled around the other ankle, breathing faster.

Up tight to your body, I shove a hand between your legs. You moan loudly as my fingers parts your folds, slipping between the lips. You're so wet they slide in easily. Leaning into me, you present your crotch for my pleasure. Fingering you faster, I feel your heat, smelling your scent in the small space. It incites me.

"Hurry, hurry," you pant, your passion burning, consuming, the need demanding.

Ripping my pants down, I pressed up tight, my throbbing cock in your crack, grinding up and down, we both moan, panting.

Widening your stance, lifting up on your tiptoes, you roll your ass back, yearning, needing.

Growling, I shove harder, my hard shaft gliding along the hot fleshy channel of your cunt. Shaking, you moan, rocking your hips as It pushes under.

Dipping my legs I thrust up. Slipping into you, I shove deep with one wild hard thrust. Your hot velvet heat enveloping me, captivating me. We cry savagely in unison, feeling me wedged deep. So hard, so full.

Grabbing your breasts again I hold you close, fucking in from behind. Grunting with each stroke, I'm slamming in, no waiting - driving you into the wall, almost lifting you with the force of my excitement, grunting deeply.

"Fuck yes babe. Fuck you feel so good, gawd you're fucking amazing." I chant.

I'm given over to my need to cum. Hot and hard, my cock buries itself up your cunt, each stroke electrifying your nerves. Gasping with me, you're panting heavy.

Dropping a hand, you reach down and finger your clit. Stroking it, massaging it, your eyes closed, as my cock drives deep.

Gripping your tummy, my fingers dig into your flesh, yanking you back. I slam in as fast as I can, over and over, beyond excited, feeling crazy.

"Oh fuck," I grunt, so close. My hot breath caressing your skin. Tilting your head, I bite the side of your neck, panting and grunting. I ram in. Committed, unstoppable, I fuck you all out, feeling almost lightheaded I'm delirious in my urgency.

Jacking my hips, pumping in and out, my balls slap against you, you're chirping a string of hot little cries with each thrust. Working over your cunt madly, you let out a louder gasp, moaning in time with my strokes, your cunt on the brink.

Thrusting in hard, driving you right into the wall I lock up. My body tensed, my hips slamming up one more time as I cry out, cumming. Shaking I release my liquid fire deep in your flesh. You feel my throbbing spasming orgasm, triggering your own climax.

Biting back a scream, your pussy muscles squeeze, clenching around my cock as you cum. We shake and almost fall over. I quickly grab the wall and you burst into giggles, and then gasp feeling my cock slip free.

"Wow," is all you can manage, our hearts pounding. We laugh, feeling high on the ecstasy. Fixing your panties, you smile at me.

"Fuck I had to have you - right now!" I growl happily.

"Do you think they know why we left?" you ask, your face flushed with that just cummed glow. "Maybe we should go back one at a time," you suggest.

"Ya-sure babe," I say, straightening my pants. The need satisfied, for now.