Always in a Hurry

The ride was short, her pulling into a parking spot and climbing out and ripping open the trunk. She grabs all of her bags, and closes the trunk before climbing a set of stairs to her apartment. Opening the door, she hurrysnto the kitchen and dumps the bags on the counter, rushing to put everything up. I'm the last thing on the counter top when she grabs my box, ripping off the top and upending me into awaiting palm. I see her pause for a moment, her face covered in thought. Suddenly, she grasp me and pulls down her shorts and panties, bringing my body between her thighs. I gasp as my feet gets pressed between her folds, my body sliding deep inside her till the only thing sticking out was my head and even then, her labia covered my face if she moved about. Standing back upright, I watch as she pulls her panties and shorts back up, casting me into darkness, not complete but still dark. I feel her walls clench a little as she walks, rushing back downstairs to her car. My head slams into the seat as she sits down, threatening to shove me completely inside her as she takes off down the road to the gym.