Secret Lesbian Diaries #03: Writing School

She pushed me against the motel wall at 2:17am, lips tasting like cigarettes and vanilla lip gloss. My hands found her hips first, then slid lower, grabbing full fistfuls of ass through that cheap black dress. The zipper came down easy. She wore nothing underneath. I dropped to my knees like I had something to prove, tongue working fast between her legs while her fingers dug into my scalp. She came hard, legs shaking, then dragged me back up and shoved my cock between her thighs without asking. Hot. Wet. She rode me right there against the drywall, one leg hooked around my waist, fingernails carving half-moons into my shoulders. The headboard hit the wall in rhythm. Someone next door banged twice. We didn't stop.