You remembered what I told you.
How much I love seeing you in skirts.
You thought today you’d take advantage of that.
So you dress up.
You pick one out you think I’d really like.
When you hear me walking upstairs, you bend over.
Hear me walk around.
My footsteps getting closer.
Until finally, you hear me step into the room.
You don’t even look at me, keeping your head straight ahead.
I walk to you, you don’t even hesitate, your hands instinctually go behind your back.
Your wrists squeezed together waiting for my grip.
You can feel it before it even happens.
But when it does, a jolt goes through your body.
I grab harder than you imagined, holding you in place.
My free hand already on your skin traveling up your sides, up to your head until it grabs your hair and pulls your head back.
"You my dear, are going to be my little slut today, aren’t you?"
You nod your head, keeping your mouth shut.
You feel my body press up against you.
My cock hard.
Throbbing against your ass.
You push back, slide it up and down,knowing just what you’re doing.
My hand lets go of your hair, reaches down and grabs your undies.
I slide them down all the way.
Down your thighs, your legs, over your feet until they’re on the ground next to us.
Now there’s nothing but my pants between you and me.
The pants I quickly unbutton.
You feel my cock behind you now, sliding between your lips.
Your wetness already dripping onto me.
As I slide the head into you, you slam backwards, taking it all in.
I thrust in and out, fucking you as hard as you’d imagined while waiting here.
I lean down and bite your skin as my cock slides in and out of you.
I want your wetness dripping down your legs, down my cock.
I want to hear your uncontrollable moans.
I want to fuck you until we make a mess on that skirt.