He growled, spinning me around. My chest was against the wall. I heard the door lock, and he pressed me harder into the wall. He brushed his hand up and down my body.
"Remember... Just say stop, and I will..." He moaned as he pushed his hand up my dress and pulled my pants down.
I nodded my head and panted. I don't tell him to stop... I haven't done it since that time in the bathroom, but he always tells me.
He unzipped his jeans; I moaned at the sound. It was going to be hard and quick, and I couldn't wait. I like it being slow and passionate, but when it's hard and quick... He let's go.
"f**k, you're soaked. I wish we had more time." He groaned.
I felt the tip of his c**k rub through my folds. I pushed back off the wall and bent over the little table we had near the door.
"Come on.
