On my knees

She drops to her knees, the wood cool under her bare skin. Her lips part as she begs for cock. She's already soaked, pussy clenching around nothing. She wants to be stretched full, taken deep, pounded until the only sound is skin slapping skin. Her toes flex, craving friction, the weight of a hard shaft sliding over the sensitive pads. She lifts her feet, soles flushed, waiting for his grip, his mouth, the slick heat of his tongue tracing the high arch. Her fingers slide between her thighs, circling her clit as she rocks on her knees, the motion sending small tremors up her spine.