Her turn.

It is now her turn. She is violently thrust against the cold hard wall.  Her hands held over her head. Teeth biting her neck and shoulders. The light brush of hair across her skin the faint smell of perfume. All her sense and nerves are on fire. She tries to move and gets held harder. The weight of the body holding her still. Hungrey wanting hands touching every inch, nails raked across her skin. Her head held againts the wall. A strong flat hand quickly smacks her round tender ass, she catches her breath, again she lets out a whimper, again ahe cries out. Every inch of her needs a release. As if her mind can be read she feels the softness of fingers searching, probbing. First gently, softly easing inside her breath stop, her heart pounds. She lets out a moan, they slide in deeper slowly catching that place that makes her melt. "Tell me you want it" the voice demands. "I do" she whispers.The weight gets heavier from behind her,  pushing her into the wall. Sweet wettnes enveloping the fingers deep inside her. Thrusting deep, hard and fast. Her heart beating in her head, breathing hard, legs shaking she cant hold on. She explodes screaming almost crying. She hears a hard moaning breath escape behind her. warm stickyness runs down her legs She is released. She falls sideways, exhausted her body crumpled on the bed. She is covered and left alone.