So you want me bent over and waiting? How about we play it out a little?

Walk into my apartment and follow the trail of clothes. It was hot outside, and I don't really see the use of clothing in the privacy of my own home, do you? My shirt hit at the bottom of the stairs, my pants about halfway up. My bra and thong are at the top of the stairs. You can see the stain on my thong. As you look up, you see me bent at the waist over the sink, brushing my teeth.

Without a word, you walk up to me, unzipping your pants as you approach. You never make a sound ask you press your hardness against my dripping labia. I groan with relief as you push into me and start slow, torturously long strokes. I hate that, but I love that. I try to suck you into my pussy. I push against you to try to force you to fuck me with that incredible animalistic lust that you know I love.

Finally, you give in. You grab my hips and thrust, crazy with the heat between us. Your cock hits me just right and I start to scream. You grunt with effort, passion, raw lust. We fuck like strangers with a grudge, and as we cum, you kiss me hard, tasting the toothpaste and filling my mouth, as you dick and cum fill my pussy.

Without a word, you turn and walk away.