Women Seeking Women #87

He had her pinned against the bedroom wall, pants undone, dick already half-hard when he drove into her from behind. She pushed her hips back for more and reached behind her to grab his balls, squeezing. The rhythm turned savage. The plain room around them—empty except for the shitty motel nightstand and the yellow bulb swinging overhead—seemed to swallow their noise. She came so hard she almost screamed, legs shaking. He didn't slow down. He grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms above her head, and kept pounding until he spilled hot and heavy inside her. Sweat dripped onto her spine. Neither one mentioned how wrong any of it felt, or the clock they both knew was already ticking down. 09/14/12. Fixed date, permanent mark.