At the door

She's at the door, fumbling with her keys, almost inside. You push up behind her, grabbing her hips from behind as she inserts the key into the handle. Wanting to be all over her the moment you’re through the door, you start pulling up her skirt (what the hell, there’s no one around to see). You kiss her neck. Suddenly she freezes, and a long, high pitched whine escapes her. The next thing you hear is the wet sound of cum splattering against wood as she erupts, her small cock painting the door with her premature ejaculation.

“Oh, honey,” you say, mock-pityingly, “just when you’d almost made it?”

She pants, finally opening the door and stumbling inside, her knees weak.