Door Pin

Naughty texts make the day flirt away
Asking what did I wear under shirt and skirt
Claiming he has, for me, a gift
My Mind already starting to drift
Driving home from a nine hour shift
Wondering what about he was speaking
Curiosity peaking, pleasantly leaking
Praying there's no cops seeking
'Cause fuck it, I'm speeding
Heeding my need to have him kneading.
In and outta disaster I weave
Edging to plaster his face on my weave.
Finally managing to park the car
Running inside, don't make it far
Backed against the wall in the hall
No time to think, none at all
When fingers begin to crawl
Teasing my desire, stoking the fire
Stripping my thong, ripping my dress
Ready to pound, fingers in my mound
Don't care if I'm loud
Pinned to the front door
Screaming for more like a good lil whore
'Till I'm good and sore
Hand pulls hair, hand grabs breast
One last deep, hard thrust
To push me over the creast.
Loving the way he's stretching my hole
I swear, I'd be gaping if he tried escaping
Bucking my hips, his tip's
Fucking my g-spot
I'm truly loving this a lot
But I feel his cock start ah harden

"Sir, I bag your pardon,
Won't you fuck my seat
Until you cummly depleat?
Your prize for such an
Astounding ass pounding treat."

Smiling as I feel the power of his mast
Unable to longer last
Blast after blast
Of hot, sticky cream
Flood my front and back door seams
Spasm from orgasim tsunami seed
Filled with his cum
I'm more than pleased
I guess now I know how come
He wanted a solid wood door
'Cause ya know I'll be
Pinned to it some more 😉