After the cab
The door slams shut as our bodies fall against it. Your back against my chest, your hands behind you scrabbling for my zip.
I press my lips against your neck and feel you shiver.
I grab the hem of your short skirt and pull it up to your waist. Your cunt is exposed, underwear having been discarded hours ago in a bar.
I slide a finger slowly down the cleft of your sex, your back arches, your wetness beckons me further…
