There’s a dull pain in your head as the back of it hits the wooden door behind you. You wince for a second then you start to giggle. Alcohol always made things funnier then they actually were. Whatever. You don’t care about pain right now. What you DO care about is the reason you banged the back of your head against the door. The reason your breathing just keeps going faster with every second. The reason your panties are just so goddamn wet. The reason you’re going to have a hickey the size of a ping-pong ball on your neck tomorrow…

You tangle your fingers into that tight mane of black hair and pull her face away from your neck. Just enough so you can look into her eyes.

“Fuck! Just open the fucking door already, will you? We can’t just fuck in the middle of the fucking street!”

She grins at your impatience, takes the keys out of her pocket and before you know it she’s pushed you on the sofa, and ripped off your clothes.

She seems to be everywhere at the same time. Her tongue is playing with your ear, one hand is on your breast, rubbing your nipple, her thigh is between your legs pressing against your twat, her other hand is rubbing up and down your ass and you have goose bumps all over the incredibly sensitive skin by now.

You’re not really a moaner in bed, so the only sound you hear is your ragged breathing. Well that and the desperate pounding of your heart. It’s pumping so fucking fast that if you’d care you might actually get scarred. Ok, and then there’s that sound… The same sound soap makes when you wash your hands, but it’s really her mouth sucking and lapping at your already rock hard nipple.

Ok, so maybe trying to concentrate on your hearing is not the best way to distract yourself and god knows you need to, because if you don’t you are going to cum and she hasn’t even taken off her clothes yet.

She doesn’t seem to care about that though, because the hand that was rubbing your ass has somehow found it’s way into your crack and is now rubbing your asshole and it’s more teasing than you can take and you want to scream and beg and cry, but you can’t catch your breath long enough to do so.

And then suddenly there’re fingers in your core fucking you with fast and hard strokes and there’s a tongue working on your clit like a drum roll and you can feel the hardest orgasm of your life building up inside of you…

“Fuck, Shane I’m going to”

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The insistent honking of the Truck behind you finally jerks you out of your memories You’ve been sitting in your car half an eternity now, starring at the house you used to call home.

It takes one final honk from the guy behind you to realise you should get off the street.

You slam the door of your car shut, walk up the stairs and are about to knock, when suddenly you can’t breathe. A lump is forming in your throat and can’t go in there. You just CAN’T! So, you lean your back against the door and slide down until you’re sitting on the door mat. A moment. You just need a moment to breathe you think as you bang your head against the hard wood of the door.