All Day Long

Derrick walks into the kitchen and finds her bent over the counter. No words. He just lifts the hem of her dress and pushes inside her, slow at first, then deeper, harder, until the room fills with Anna’s low moans. He doesn’t stop. He flips her around, sits her on the edge, and fucks her right there, legs open, mouth open, breath catching every time he bottoms out. When she comes the first time, her body tightens around him, but he keeps going. He bends her over the arm of the couch next, hands pinning her hips while he drives in from behind. Every thrust pulls another sound out of her, short and desperate. He pulls out only to feed his cock between her lips, watching her take it wet and eager, saliva slicking her chin. Then he pulls her back down on him again, this time on the stairs, one hand gripping the banister while he pounds her standing up. By the time he finally finishes across her face, Anna’s legs are shaking, but she’s already smiling, ready for the next round before they even leave the hallway.