Clubbing

She wants to fuck you in the filthiest ways,
her little cherry-print dress pushed up over her ass.
She wants you to stick your fingers everywhere,
to lick her like ice cream…melting, quick with full tongue,
as she drips down your hand and forearm.

In the alley a few streets away from the bouncing club,
she leads you into the shadowy safety of dark,
pulls you into her hard,
puts her hand directly between your legs,
lifts you boldly, and you stiffen.
She slides her skirt above her hips,
exposing a sex so hungry
it almost speaks the words “fuck me” itself.

Where her thighs meet, heat pulses,
breath falling heavy from swollen lips–
“Fuck me…fuck me here…”
Turning her back to you,
she pushes her ass out in offering,
a cat in heat.
“Now…”
An authoritative, primal whisper.

Dropping your pants to your knees,
you plant your hands around her warm hips,
plunge into her wet sheath.
She sucks you in,
her cunt clasping at your cock
like Chinese handcuffs,
locking you inside of her,
demanding that you stay
until she is done.

As your movements quicken,
she grabs your hands,
moves them to her breasts,
“Grab them hard…”
she says through clenched teeth,
bending over further to push into you with more force,
her hands on the dirty brick building for support.

The sound of her ass clapping against your pelvis
is hypnotic.
Gaining speed, bones bruising skin.
And with one quiet, ironically soft sound,
she is spent,
slowly sliding herself away from your slick shaft,
your offering dripping on the asphalt.

She smooths the folds of her dress,
grabs the back of your neck with strong fingers,
kisses you hard on the mouth,
slipping her tongue between your teeth,
then walks,
with an exaggeratedly slow sway,
toward the street.

By the yellow streetlight glow,
you can see a shimmering line of cum
running down the inside of her left leg,
all the way down
to her platformed heel.