She Reached for the Top Shelf

As she reached,
For the top shelf,
Up on her toes,
With the bottom,
Roundness of,
Her butt cheeks,
Peaking out,
Below the hem,
Of her too short skirt,
Showing her,
Pink lace panties;

I couldn’t help,
Myself;

I rose from the sofa,
Stepped,
Up behind her,
Pushed down,
The waist of my,
Jeans and shorts,
Freeing my already,
Engorged cock,
Pulled down her,
Pink lace panties,
Exposed her perfectly,
Pert ass cheeks;

Placed the head of,
My cock,
At the top,
Of her ass crack,
Used it to,
Trace down that valley,
Until it was,
Nestled,
Precisely against,
Her hole;

I paused,
For a moment,
Pushed forward,
Into her,
Just far enough,
To cause a catch,
In her voice;

Gripped her,
Hips with my,
Hands;

I paused,
For a moment,
Pushed forward,
Into her,
Slowly,
Gently,
But firmly,
As far as,
Her nicely rounded,
Butt cheeks would allow;

Her face was pinned,
To the wall,
My hands reached for,
Gripped her hands,
Stretched her,
Tall against the wall,
So that her toes were,
Free of the floor,
Her legs,
Wriggling freely,
While her hips were pressed,
Tight against the wall,
My groin,
Was up tight,
Against her ass,
My cock wholly,
Inside her;

As I withdrew my cock,
Re-entered her,
This time not so slowly,
Not so gently,
This time firmly enough,
To drive her against the wall,
Mashing my groin,
Against her butt,
And my cock,
Into her ass,
Again,
Again,
Until,
I came,
Flooding inside her,
Lubricating,
My continued,
Driving into her,
Until,
I felt her own,
Orgasm;

While she was still pinned,
Against the wall,
Her legs wriggling freely,
My groin still,
Up tight against her butt,
My cock still wholly inside her ass,
Kissed the back of her neck,
Nuzzled her ear,
Heard her whisper,
“Again,
Please.”