As I push you back against the wall,

My hand slips between your thighs.

I see the look of shock wane,

As lust fills your eyes.

A sharp breath as digits invade,

And fuck you where you stand.

A gasp as you arch your spine,

Offering yourself to my hand.

Pushing in, twisting up,

You grow wetter with each forceful thrust.

And then whimpering you cum fucking hard,

Not through want but must.

Fingers withdraw coated in sex,

Panties reluctantly replaced.

Your hand grasps, my fingers sucked,

My Beauty takes her taste.