Women Seeking Women #119

He pushed her against the brick wall hard enough the back of her head snapped back. The July heat stuck to her bare thighs, sweat sliding down between her tits. She smiled like she wanted to be handled rough. He slid two fingers inside her without asking and she was already dripping. Her cunt clenched around him like she was thanking him for it. Rain started falling. Her dress was soaked, sticking to her like cellophane. Her nipples poked through, dark and stiff. He ripped her panties down, didn’t even wait for her to step out of them, left them twisted around one ankle. When he shoved inside her, all at once, the sound she made could’ve woken the dead. Raw. Filthy. Not the kind of moan you practiced in front of a mirror. The kind that came from deep in the gut, when something hits the right nerve and stays there. She clawed at his back through his shirt, heels dangling, toes curled in the air. He fucked her like he hated her, or maybe like he loved her too much to fuck her soft. Either way, it didn’t matter. Her cunt swallowed every inch, slick and hot, making wet noises that matched the rain. The brick scraped her shoulders raw. She didn’t care. Bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Tasted metal when she came. He kept fucking her through it. Felt her shiver around him. Felt her legs shake. She said his name like it was a curse word. He didn’t stop till her heels left marks on the backs of his thighs and her voice went hoarse from crying out. Cum ran down the inside of her legs after he pulled out. Neither of them moved to wipe it off. Just let the rain do its job.