backed up against wall,
calloused hands the buttocks grab,
trying to hang onto neck,
slipping down upon thick shaft.
filled by such hardness,
thrusts bouncing me up and down,
flesh slapping loudly,
taking me with such passion,
forcefully sating my need.
losing track of time,
nails digging into your back,
legs wrapping round waist,
as your cream fills me once more,
those clasping walls convulsing.