Kitchen counter

She gagged and had a few tears trickle down her face until she was grabbed by two large hands by her armpits and pulled up.

Before she could say anything she was put on top of the kitchen table. She looked briefly at what was about to enter her and gulped some of the drool and pre-cum down. The tip prodded against her meat-curtains and made her panties slide aside. It slowly circled her meat-lips until she began to move her hips from impatience and slid slightly off of the counter right onto the meat-rod which she so eagerly desired.