Later I stand in the kitchen washing dishes, hands wet from the suds in the sink. He stands behind me, slides the thin cotton covering down over my bottom and drops it onto the floor. He pushes his fingers deftly inside me, spreads me open. I hear that hard metal click of him loosening his belt. Cloth, hook on button. The slide of the zipper. He yanks his jeans bellow his hips and slides himself forcefully inside me. We fuck standing. He pulls out and comes across my ass.
On and then more, he slides his finger inside me, more, a hand and then a fist. He fucks me 'till I'm splitting. I ooze and cum painfully hard. I feel stretched and used. He dips himself inside me to feel the loosened spread and is pleasured that I've tightened up again. I pull the weight of his body into my soft skin, I breath hard, I murmur and smell him.
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